For our own past is covered by the currents of action$$$<br>But the torment of others remains an experience<br>Unqualified$$$ unworn by subsequent attrition.<br>People change$$$ and smile: but the agony abides.

And if all that is meaningless$$$ I want to be cured <br>Of a craving for something I cannot find <br>And of the shame of never finding it.

Our emotions<br>Are only incidents<br>In the effort to keep day and night together.

Oh$$$ do not ask$$$ 'What is it?'<br>Let us go and make our visit.

Now that the lilacs are in bloom<br>She has a bowl of lilacs in her room.

And time yet for a hundred indecisions$$$<br>And a hundred visions and revisions.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

Words move$$$ music moves<br>Only in time; but that which is only living<br>Can only die. Words$$$ after speech$$$ reach<br>Into the silence. Only by the form$$$ the pattern$$$<br>Can words or music reach<br>The stillness...

I have heard the mermaids singing$$$ each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

Very little achievement is required in order to pity another man's shortcomings.