O beauty, are you not enough; why am I crying after love.

I saw a star slide down the sky Blinding the north as it went by Too buring and too quick to hold Too lovely to be bought or sold Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone

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

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

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.

For I shall learn from flower and leaf, That color every drop they hold, To change the lifeless wine of grief To living gold.

Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me