The grass is waking in the ground, / Soon it will rise and blow in waves - / How can it have the heart to sway / Over the graves, / New graves?
There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.
Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired.
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.
Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.
look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far