Granite serenity am I
Knowing you are;
A lone leaf, limp, not dry,
Knowing how far.

And yet, shall be a wind
That cometh strong
To whirl and hurl me—-there,
Where I belong!

There, you, happiness, and I,
Knowing we are,
Will sing our trio high,
But not too far!

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