The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.
For I shall learn from flower and leaf, That color every drop they hold, To change the lifeless wine of grief To living gold.
One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.
Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.
Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night
Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too, The world's heart breaks beneath its wars,All things are changed, save in the east,The faithful beauty of the stars.