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.

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

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me

It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.