Come, then, and let us walk Since we have reached the park. It is our garden, All black and blossomless this winter night, But we bring April with us… - Sara Teasdale

"This is the spot where I will lie
When life has had enough of me,
These are the grasses that will blow
Above me like a living sea.

These gay old lilies will not shrink
To draw their life from death of mine,
And I will give my body's fire
To make blue flowers on this vine.

"O Soul," I said, "have you no tears?
Was not the body dear to you?"
I heard my soul say carelessly,
"The myrtle flowers will grow more blue.

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.

Never fear the thing you feel — Only by love is life made real