Logan Ledman

“Some seed the bird devours,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
The solitary stars,

And fields will yearly bear them,
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And luckless lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.”
― A. E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad

“Loveliest of Trees

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.”
― A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad

“Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure
Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure,
I'd face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.”
― A. E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad

“I try all things, I achieve what I can.”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale