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

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

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

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

All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.

My heart is a garden tired with autumn.

Spend all you have for loveliness.