Lost Things

    Oh, I could let the world go by, Its loud new wonders and its wars, But how will I give up the sky When winter dusk is set with stars？

    And I could let the cities go, Their changing customs and their creeds, —— But oh, the summer rains that blow In silver on the jewel weeds！Pain

    Waves are the sea's white daughters, And raindrops the children of rain, But why for my shimmering body Have I a mother like Pain？

    Night is the mother of stars, And wind the mother of foam ——The world is brimming with beauty, But I must stay at home.