Life is a frail moth flyingCaught in the web of the years that pass.
There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done...inexorably, unalterably done.
When I can look at Life with eyes, Grown calm and very coldly wise; Life will have given me the Truth, And taken in exchange - my youth
Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won.
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.
Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.
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.