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

At NightLove said, "Wake still and think of me,"Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day,"But Dreams came by and smilinglyGave both to Love and Sleep their way.

I am not yours, not lost in you,Not lost, although I long to beLost as a candle lit at noon,Lost as a snowflake in the sea.You love me, and I find you stillA spirit beautiful and bright,Yet I am I, who long to beLost as a light is lost in light.

The FlightLook back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow,Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain--But what if I heard my first love calling me again?Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam,Take me far away to the hills that hide your home;Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door--But what if I heard my first love calling me once more?

Every time that love has made me weep,I have rejoiced that love could be so strong.

I know the stars by their names,Aldebaran, Altair,And I know the path they takeUp heaven's broad blue stair.I know secrets of menBy the look of their eyes,Their gray thoughts, their strange thoughtsHave made me sad and wise.But your eyes are dark to meThough they seem to call and call–I cannot tell if you love meOr do not love me at all.I know many things,But the years come and go,I shall die not knowingThe thing I long to know.

Child, child, love while you can The voice and the eyes and the soul of a man; Never fear though it break your heart-Out of the wound new joy will start; Only love proudly and gladly and well, Though love be heaven or love be hell.Child, child, love while you may, For life is short as a happy day; Never fear the thing you feel-Only by love is life made real; Love, for the deadly sins are seven, Only through love will you enter heaven.

Never fear the thing you feel-- Only by love is life made real

Your eyes drink of me,Love makes them shine,Your eyes that leanSo close to mine.We have long been lovers,We know the range Of each other's moodsAnd how they change;But when we look At each other soThen we feel How little we know;The spirit eludes us,Timid and free–Can I ever know youOr you know me?