Sara Teasdale

Can I ever know you Or you know me?

I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

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

No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.

I make the most of all that comes,
And the least of all that goes.