My heart is a garden tired with autumn.

I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.

My heart is a garden tired with autumn.

Love said, "Wake still and think of me," Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day," But Dreams came by and smilingly Gave both to Love and Sleep their way.

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

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.

Call him wise whose actions, words, and steps are all a clear because to a clear why.