Some time when the river is ice ask me br mistakes I have made. Ask me whether br what I have done is my life. Others br have come in their slow way into br my thought, and some have tried to help br or to hurt: ask me what difference br their strongest love or hate has made. br br I will listen to what you say. br You and I can turn and look br at the silent river and wait. We know br the current is there, hidden; and there br are comings and goings from miles away br that hold the stillness exactly before us. br What the river says, that is what I say.