Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy - Sara Teasdale

You will recognize your own path
when you come upon it
because you will suddenly have all the energy
and imagination you will ever need.

Child, child, love while you can
The voice and the eyes and the soul of a man;
Never fear though it break your heart — Out of the wound new joy will start;
Only love proudly and gladly and well,
Though love be heaven or love be hell.

Pain

Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?

Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam — The world is brimming with beauty,
But I must stay at home.