Excerpt from Summer 1917 and Other Verses We have come down the length and the breath of the years Empty-handed, we who had fond belief our hands were full. We have crossed the mountains of high hope and toiled in the valley of fears, And the journey had hours of pain, but the road was beautiful. Yet all the beauty of music in the murmuring streams, The joy in running rivers of light, the giant trees That cast their shadows to the very edge of dreams, The songs the Summer brought us on the Westering breeze. All these were never ours who had never given; Not even ours the honey in the heather by the burn. No bargain here on earth that is ever driven But takes alone and must not offer in some fair return. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.