I have loved hours at sea, gray cities, 
The fragile secret of a flower, 
Music, the making of a poem 
That gave me heaven for an hour; 

First stars above a snowy hill, 
Voices of people kindly and wise, 
And the great look of love, long hidden, 
Found at last in meeting eyes. 

I have loved much and been loved deeply -- 
Oh when my spirit's fire burns low, 
Leave me the darkness and the stillness, 
I shall be tired and glad to go.