WHY, though I had seen those things The world has to offer That men call most fair, And 'broider with terms of wonder and magnificence, Did I remain blind to beauty Until, by chance, I saw a spray of apple-blossoms Across an angle made by the meeting Of two old grey walls? Apple blossoms I had seen before, And walls. Then why at that moment Did something in me open That made me understand the world's beauty And also its pain? And why do I know that in some strange fashion The two are one, ever striving together, Yet ever united? |