I have loved hours at sea, gray cities, <br />The fragile secret of a flower, <br />Music, the making of a poem <br />That gave me heaven for an hour; <br /> <br />First stars above a snowy hill, <br />Voices of people kindly and wise, <br />And the great look of love, long hidden, <br />Found at last in meeting eyes. <br /> <br />I have loved much and been loved deeply -- <br />Oh when my spirit's fire burns low, <br />Leave me the darkness and the stillness, <br />I shall be tired and glad to go.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-loved-hours-at-sea-2/
