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Never fear the thing you feel
Only by love is life made real

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.

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

I shall gather myself into my self again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.

Let this single hour atone
For the theft of all of me

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

Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?

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.

Only by love is life made real.

Life is but thought.

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

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

The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die ...

My heart is a garden tired with autumn.

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

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

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

But you I never understood, Your spirit's secret hides like goldSunk in a Spanish galleon Ages ago in waters cold.

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.

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.

Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.

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.

No one worth possessing can quite be possessed

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

Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow-hushed and heartless.

A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.

And when you spoke to me, I did not know
That to my life's high altar came its priest.

Spend all you have for loveliness.

For I shall learn from flower and leaf,
That color every drop they hold,
To change the lifeless wine of grief
To living gold.

There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done ... inexorably, unalterably done.

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

The window-lights, myriads and myriads,Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.

Down the hill I went, and then,
I forgot the ways of men,
For night-scents, heady and damp and cool
Wakened ecstasy

But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all,I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven's wall.

Autumn Dusk
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.

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

Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.

Can I ever know you / Or you know me?

I have no riches but my thoughts,
Yet these are wealth enough for me

In my heart's most secret place,
I pity them as angels do.

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

Take love when love is given.

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

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

Make songs for Death as you would sing to Love -But you will not assuage him. He aloneOf all the gods will take no gifts from men.

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

And for a breath of ecstasy / Give all you have been, or could be.

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,/ In the dawn clouds flying,/ How good to go, light into light, and still/ Giving light, dying.

My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.