No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
Only by love is life made real.
look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far
I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.
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.