Only by love is life made real.

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.

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?

One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.