And those who are beautiful, oh who can retain them?

Oh and night: there is night, when a wind full of infinite space gnaws at our faces.Whom would it not remain for--that longed-after, mildly disillusioning presence,
which the solitary heart so painfully meets.Is it any less difficult for lovers?But they keep on using each other to hide their own fate.Don't you know yet?
Fling the emptiness out of your arms into the spaces we breathe;
perhaps the birds will feel the expanded air with more passionate flying.........

.....Lovers, if they knew how, might utter strange, marvelous words in the night air.For it seems that everything hides us.Look: trees do exist; the houses that we live in still stand.We alone fly past all things, as fugitive as the wind.And all things conspire to keep silent about us, half out of shame perhaps, half as unutterable hope.

from Rilke's Duino Elegies