Sara Teasdale

Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.

When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.

Life is but thought.

Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.