Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too, The world's heart breaks beneath its wars,All things are changed, save in the east,The faithful beauty of the stars.

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.

look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.

Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired.

Only by love is life made real.