Evening Song by Willa Cather

Dear love, what thing of all the things that be / Is ever worth one thought from you or me, / Save only Love, / Save only Love?

The days so short, the nights so quick to flee, / The world so wide, so deep and dark the sea, / So dark the sea;

So far the suns and every listless star, / Beyond their light -- Ah! dear, who knows how far, / Who knows how far?

One thing of all dim things I know is true, / The heart within me knows, and tells it you, / And tells it you.

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