What you cannot lay to restMust therefore be laid asideFrom the poem "Moors Child" published in the poetry collection "Cats and Other Myths

the flicker of a memoryis all we can cling tofor our cherished ghostsFrom "Cat Paws on a Windscreen

The sea is old and getting older/ but without noticeably ageing - /water is always now

I am the dreamer and not the dream, from "Kenilworth