O beauty, are you not enough; why am I crying after love.

There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful when rain bends down the bough; And I shall be more silent and cold hearted than you are now.

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.

Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired.

Oh Earth, you gave me all I have, I love you, I love you, - oh what have IThat I can give you in return - Except my body after I die?

I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies-- You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold

My heart is a garden tired with autumn.

The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves.

Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed, Loving the storm that sways her

Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose.

Call him wise whose actions, words, and steps are all a clear because to a clear why.

Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?

The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.

One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.

Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won.