Take love when love is given.
There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done... inexorably, unalterably done.
With my singing I can make, a refuge for my spirit's sake; a house of shining words, to be my fragile immortality.
Can I ever know you / Or you know me?
Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired.
What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go.