Dear Pachyderm,

I loved your lovely quotation of the poem.

Here's one that I made my credo as a young girl:

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

Last stanza from Sara Teasdale's Barter
who by the way committed suicide years later