Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
The Harp-Weaver and Other PoemsWhat is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?
Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of PoetryMaybe a large, single dose of pain now is better than the slow, burning pain of withering hope.
The Shattered MountainAnd here I was thinking you were a bit slow, what with so much asking and not knowing anything.
The Shadow of the Wind