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.

It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

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

With my singing I can make, a refuge for my spirit's sake; a house of shining words, to be my fragile immortality.

I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea -- We two will pass through death and ages lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.

Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.

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