Stephen kissed me in the spring,Robin in the fall,But Colin only looked at meAnd never kissed at all.Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,Robin’s lost in play,But the kiss in Colin’s eyesHaunts me night and day.
In my heart’s most secret place,I pity them as angels do.
It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.
You will recognize your own path when you come upon it because you will suddenly have all the energy and imagination you will ever need.
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.
I have no riches but my thoughts, Yet these are wealth enough for me
Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us,Snow-hushed and heartless.
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,That my songs do not show me at all?For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,I am an answer, they are only a call
Spend all you have for loveliness,Buy it and never count the cost;For one white singing hour of peaceCount many a year of strife well lost,And for a breath of ecstasyGive all you have been, or could be.
Never fear the thing you feel– Only by love is life made real
Down the hill I went, and then,I forgot the ways of men,For night-scents, heady and damp and coolWakened ecstasy
Oh I must pass nothing byWithout loving it much,The raindrop try with my lips,The grass with my touch;For how can I be sureI shall see againThe world on the first of MayShining after the rain?
I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart must be brokenBefore the years can make it wise.
I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
Beauty more than bitterness Makes the heart break.
I make the most of all that comes And the least of all that goes.
I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.
Though I know he loves me tonight my heart is sad his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed Loving the storm that sways her – I found more joy in sorrow Than you could find in joy.
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.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.
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.