I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim, The god is bitter and will have it so. - Sara Teasdale

Faults They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before, — Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.

"At Night

Love said, "Wake still and think of me,"
Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day,"
But Dreams came by and smilingly
Gave both to Love and Sleep their way."

My heart is a garden tired with autumn.