It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

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.

Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose.

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.

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

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 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.