Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, / Less than the weed that grows beside thy door.
For this is Wisdom; to love, to live To take what fate, or the Gods may give. To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as you greet its flow To have, - to hold - and - in time, - let go.
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, / Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?
Strange, weird things that no man may say, things Humanity hides away; secretly done, catch the light of the living day.
I cannot forget that, just as my life was touching its fullest flower, love came and destroyed it all in a single hour.