Maxioms by Sara Teasdale
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.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise
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
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
