No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed.
My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.
Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.
It is my heart That makes my songs, not I. Marc Chagall -Sara Teasdale.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.
I have no riches but my thoughts Yet these are wealth enough for me.