and a very tasty poem freckle, well done
AT MIDNIGHT
Now at last I have come to see what life is,
Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
And the bare victories that seem so splendid
Are never really won.
Even love that I built my spirit's house for,
Comes like a brooding and baffled guest,
And music and men's praise and even laughter
Are not so good as rest.
Sarah Teasdale