With my singing I can make, a refuge for my spirit's sake; a house of shining words, to be my fragile immortality.

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.

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

Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me

I am not yours, nor lost in you, not lost, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still a spirit beautiful and bright, yet I am I, who long to be lost as a light is lost in light.

What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go.

It is enough for me by day To walk the same bright earth with him; Enough that over us by night The same great roof of stars is dim. I do not hope to bind the wind Or set a fetter on the sea -- It is enough to feel his love Blow by like music over me.