Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
O beauty, are you not enough; why am I crying after love.
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.
Spend all you have for loveliness.
Take love when love is given.
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.