Sara Teasdale — At Midnight

Now at last I have come to see what life is,        &nbsp Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid        &nbsp Are never really won. Even love that I built my spirit's house for,        &nbsp Comes like a brooding and a baffled guest, And music and men's praise and even laughter        &nbsp Are not so good as rest.