Elaw

“Ah, drink again
This river that is the taker-away of pain,
And the giver-back of beauty!

In these cool waves
What can be lost?--
Only the sorry cost
Of the lovely thing, ah, never the thing itself!

The level flood that laves
The hot brow
And the stiff shoulder
Is at our temples now.

Gone is the fever,
But not into the river;
Melted the frozen pride,
But the tranquil tide
Runs never the warmer for this,
Never the colder.

Immerse the dream.
Drench the kiss.
Dip the song in the stream.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”
― Rumi

“She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay, Renascence and Other Poems

“And still, after all this time,
The sun never says to the earth,
"You owe Me."

Look what happens with
A love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky.”
― Hafiz