When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things
And learned that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate.
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.
Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed, Loving the storm that sways her - I found more joy in sorrow Than you could find in joy.
Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.
