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

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

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.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

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.

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

When I am dead, and over me bright April Shakes out her rain drenched hair, Tho you should lean above me broken hearted, I shall not care. For I shall have peace. As leafey trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough. And I shall be more silent and cold hearted Than you are now