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.