Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.

Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be.

I make the most of all that comes, And the least of all that goes.

It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.

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

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.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

Beauty more than bitterness Makes the heart break.

Look for a lovely thing and you will find it, It is not far- It never will be far.

O, beauty, are you not enough? Why am I crying after love?