Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

SONG You bound strong sandals on my feet, You gave me bread and wine, And sent me under sun and stars, For all the world was mine. Oh, take the sandals off my feet, You know not what you do, For all my world is in your arms, My sun and stars are you.

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?

No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed; Lay that on your heart, My young angry dear; This truth, this hard and precious stone, Lay it on your hot cheek, Let it hide your tear. Hold it like a crystal When you are alone And gaze in the depths of the icy stone. Long, look long and you will be blessed: No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed.

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.