One cannot make another happy, br Whatever one might do or say, br For happiness remains a choice br Not even love can hope to sway. br br The sacrifice of time and strength br And preference and goods may be br Of help, of course, but cannot calm br The winds that roil a restless sea. br br Everything one does, br like dust, Transforms the light in which all live. br But happiness is not a gift br It is within one’s power to give. br br One can only love, br and be A witness to the life that each br At last must live alone, br for Well or ill beyond a lover’s reach.