Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose.
Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me
look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far
Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.