If we must part,
Then let it be like this;
Not heart on heart,
Nor with the useless anguish of a kiss;
But touch mine hand and say:
"_Until to-morrow or some other day,
If we must part._"

Words are so weak
When love hath been so strong:
Let silence speak:
"_Life is a little while, and love is long;
A time to sow and reap,
And after harvest a long time to sleep.
But words are weak._"


SAPIENTIA LUNAE

The wisdom of the world said unto me:
"_Go forth and run, the race is to the brave;
Perchance some honour tarrieth for thee!_"
"As tarrieth," I said, "for sure, the grave."
For I had pondered on a rune of roses,
Which to her votaries the moon discloses.

The wisdom of the world said: "_There are bays:
Go forth and run, for victory is good,
After the stress of the laborious days._"