All lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love.

Like a blind spinner in the sun, I tread my days: I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways. I know each day will bring its task, And being blind no …

On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They called him dead And made his eldest son one day Slave in his father's stead.

Father, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, How I have wasted half my day, And left my work but just begun.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.

Love doesn't go away because we want it to, but remains even when it becomes a searing pain, leaving the heart a desert of bitter remorse and grief for joy, a …

Before you, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. And then you shot across the sky, like a meteor. Su…