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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE SHIPS AND THE RED by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE COMPLAINT OF POETIE, FOR THE DEATH OF LIBERALITE by RICHARD BARNFIELD THIS WAY FOR ROMANCE by BERTON BRALEY WHIGS AND TORIES by WILLIAM BROWNE (1692-1774) ALLAH IS WITH THE PATIENT by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR HOW BARRE, VERMONT, WAS NAMED by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |