I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful when rain bends down the bough; And I shall be more silent and cold hearted than you are now.
Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night
Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.
Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
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.