I am a part of all that I have met, says the little flower,
or me to her as she fills me with such quiet wonder,
we say: look here for a moment and see with new eyes
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
Our shared journey here by the roadside, equal temper…
made weak by time and fate, but strong in will.