Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!
Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.
Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.
Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.