Praise out of season, or tactlessly bestowed, can freeze the heart as much as blame
Days Of 1903
by Constantine P. Cavafy
I never found them again -- the things so quickly lost....
the poetic eyes, the pale
face.... in the dusk of the street....
I never found them again -- the things acquired quite by chance,
that I gave up so lightly;
and that later in agony I wanted.
The poetic eyes, the pale face,
those lips, I never found again.