I won’t give to anyone
this unchanging morning,
the earth beneath my feet,
the ground I tread.
I stand guard over it—
lest someone come and wound it.
I won’t give to anyone
my years, my love, my restlessness,
—the beauty I’ve seen
and the beauty I’ve yet to see—
Even in my hardest hours,
it is these that make everything beautiful.
Florika Stefan