I KNOW not how it is with you -- @3I@1 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. |