1925-1938

If I had to begin again

The long diversions of my pen

Id hope a blesseder bestowal

Than the style of Amy Lowell;

Would order my first poems done

By Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Here after eight and twenty years

Of life, and half of them of verse,

I try now to become a man

And so a poet. What I began

By Brookline's lush, ancestral trees

I'd end in Concord's wintry freeze,