Robert Louis Stevenson

"I Know Not How It is With You"

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.

From Songs of Travel

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