Part 1 — On Environment
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I used to think that this environ- Ment talk was all a lot of guff; Place mattered not with Keats and Byron Stuff. If I have thoughts that need disclosing, Bright be the day or hung with gloom, I'll write in Heaven or the composing- Room. Times are when with my nerves a-tingle, Joyous and bright the songs I sing; Though, gay, I can't dope out a single Thing. And yet, by way of illustration, The gods my graying head anoint ... I wrote this piece at Inspiration Point.