When I am tired with teaching what I love,

And crouch for safety in the official skull,

I think that helping the young to choose is easy,

And suggest what I know the college rules require.

But see in young eyes a queer sudden glitter

Once in five or six interviews, maybe seven.

Will you tell me, a boy says, the sense of

A rule for the rule's sake, and not my vision's?

Then it is not easy for me, and is more like life.

I say, Sit down, and tell me about your vision.

If he'll talk, I smile, and throw away the rules,

And make plans to break law for one life in seven,

To open doors the spirit within wants open.