I Know Not How It Is With You
by
I KNOW not how it is with you –
I love the first and last,
The whole field of the present view,
The whole flow of the past.
One tittle of the things that are,
Nor you should change nor I –
One pebble in our path – one star
In all our heaven of sky.
Our lives, and every day and hour,
One symphony appear:
One road, one garden – every flower
And every bramble dear.