So blind is life, so long at last is sleep,
And none but love to bid us laugh or weep.


Evening Song, in April Twilights, 1903


So blind is life, so long at last is sleep, And none but love to bid us laugh or weep.

So blind is life, so long at last is sleep, And none but love to bid us laugh or weep.

So blind is life, so long at last is sleep, And none but love to bid us laugh or weep.

So blind is life, so long at last is sleep, And none but love to bid us laugh or weep.