I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful when rain bends down the bough; And I shall be more silent and cold hearted than you are now.

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.

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.

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

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

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.