"By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day."
"But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now from having ridden out desire They lie closed over in the wind and cling Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire."
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Source: Robert Frost (1971). “The poetry of Robert Frost”
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