In The End

Fotografia de Steven Meisel

All that could never be said,

All that could never be done,

Wait for us at last

Somewhere back of the sun;

All the heart broke to forego

Shall be ours without pain,

We shall take them as lightly as girls

Pluck flowers after rain.

And when they are ours in the end

Perhaps after all

The skies will not open for us

Nor heaven be there at our call.

Sara Teasdale