What can I do but move From folly to defeat, And call that sorrow sweet That teaches us to see The final face of love In what we cannot be?


Someone Talking to Himself (1961), last stanza


What can I do but move From folly to defeat, And call that sorrow sweet That teaches us to see The final face of love In what we cannot be?

What can I do but move From folly to defeat, And call that sorrow sweet That teaches us to see The final face of love In what we cannot be?

What can I do but move From folly to defeat, And call that sorrow sweet That teaches us to see The final face of love In what we cannot be?

What can I do but move From folly to defeat, And call that sorrow sweet That teaches us to see The final face of love In what we cannot be?