There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.

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

Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy

When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

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

For I shall learn from flower and leaf, That color every drop they hold, To change the lifeless wine of grief To living gold.