At Midnight

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