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.
Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy
O beauty, are you not enough; why am I crying after love.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.
Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me