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Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.
When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.
Life is but thought.
Take love when love is given.
Only by love is life made real.
Spend all you have for loveliness.
Can I ever know you / Or you know me?
My heart is a garden tired with autumn.
My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.
It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me
I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.
O beauty, are you not enough; why am I crying after love.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.
I could not be so sure of Spring / Save that it sings in me.
Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?
I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go.
And for a breath of ecstasy / Give all you have been, or could be.
I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.
Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.
One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.
The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die.
look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.
The window-lights, myriads and myriads,Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.
Call him wise whose actions, words, and steps are all a clear because to a clear why.
There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.
Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired.
Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?
I shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.
A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.
There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done... inexorably, unalterably done.
Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed, Loving the storm that sways her
But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all,I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven's wall.
Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose.
I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies-- You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold
Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves.
But you I never understood, Your spirit's secret hides like goldSunk in a Spanish galleon Ages ago in waters cold.
With my singing I can make, a refuge for my spirit's sake; a house of shining words, to be my fragile immortality.
I shall not let a sorrow die Until I find the heart of it, Nor let a wordless joy go by Until it talks to me a bit.
Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy
I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.
