To sit and watch the wavelets as they flow Two--side by side; To see the gliding clouds that come and And mark them glide;
If from low roofs the smoke is wreathing pale, To watch it wreathe; If flowers around breathe perfume on the gale, To feel them breathe;
If the bee sips the honeyed fruit that glistens, To sip the dew; If the bird warbles while the forest listens, To listen too;
Beneath the willow where the brook is singing, To hear its song; Nor feel, while round us that sweet dream is clinging The hours too long;
To know one only deep o’ermastering passion-- The love we share; To let the world go worrying in its fashion Without one care--
we only, while around all weary grow,
Unwearied stand, And midst the fickle changes others know, Love--hand in hand. |