When I can look Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange - my youth.

I have no riches but my thoughts,
Yet these are wealth enough for me.

It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

I make the most of all that comes,
And the least of all that goes.

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,
In the dawn clouds flying,
How good to go, light into light, and still
Giving light, dying.