- Old age is gentle as an autumn morn;
- The harvest over, you will put the plough
- Into another, stronger hand, and watch
- The sowing you were wont to do.
- Great hearts are free of either want or wish;
- They may be proud and richly clothe themselves
- In lofty, burdenless, mysterious Silence.
CARMEN SYLVA, "Out of the Deep"
- The moon has but one side of light and beauty,
- The other, steeped in never-ending night,
- Seems worse than dead, as in the harmony
- Of spheres, she cannot even echo. And
- She died they say, for love of her great brother,
- The glorious Sun, whom she may never reach,
- Condemned to be apart, for that great sin
- Of love.
CARMEN SYLVA, "In the Dark"