Make songs for Death as you would sing to Love — But you will not assuage him. He alone Of all the gods will take no gifts from men. - Sara Teasdale

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I heard a cry in the night,
A thousand miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!

It was your voice I heard,
You waked and loved me so — I send you back this word,
I know, I know!

Enough

It is enough for me by day
To walk the same bright earth with him;
Enough that over us by night
The same great roof of stars is dim.

I do not hope to bind the wind
Or set a fetter on the sea — It is enough to feel his love
Blow by like music over me.

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