I see you in each bird, each flower, each tree,
I feel your arms in wave-crests of the sea;
Your fingers pull my hair in breeze’s rush,
Your lips press on my lips in starlight’s hush.
The earth beneath my feet—your steady walk;
The searchlight of your gaze—in summer’s sun;
The mountains hold your satisfying talk,
And all their slopes slant toward me as you run.
I sing your name; deep canyons make more dear
Each loving double syllable I hear.
Imagination draws your face so true
I turn about—and everywhere see you.
But now you’re here all being ‘s up and died,
Except for you—the whole world at my side!