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.

Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.

Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies-- You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold

From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality.