Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?
It is enough for me by day To walk the same bright earth with him; Enough that over us by night The same great roof of stars is dim. I do not hope to bind the wind Or set a fetter on the sea -- It is enough to feel his love Blow by like music over me.
Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far
I am not yours, nor lost in you, not lost, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still a spirit beautiful and bright, yet I am I, who long to be lost as a light is lost in light.