I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
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.
My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.
I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.
One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.
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.
It will not hurt me when I am old, A running tide where moonlight burned Will not sting me like silver snakes;The years will make me sad and cold, It is the happy heart that breaks.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
The leaves fall patiently
Nothing remembers or grieves
The river takes to the sea
The yellow drift of leaves.
There in the windy flood of morning Longing lifted its weight from me, Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering, Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.
My heart is a garden tired with autumn.
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.
There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.
Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?
I could not be so sure of Spring / Save that it sings in me.
My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.
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.
Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night
The grass is waking in the ground, / Soon it will rise and blow in waves - / How can it have the heart to sway / Over the graves, / New graves?
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?
Love said, "Wake still and think of me," Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day," But Dreams came by and smilingly Gave both to Love and Sleep their way.
The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
Yet the back yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree-
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
Faults They came to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one; I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before,-- Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more.
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