Maxioms by Sara Teasdale
I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.
I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the read more
Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.
I shall make the most of all that comes: And the least of all that goes
I shall make the most of all that comes: And the least of all that goes
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
