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.

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

Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired.

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.

There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done... inexorably, unalterably done.

One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.

The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die.