These little Songs, br Found here and there, br Floating in air br By forest and lea, br Or hill-side heather, br In houses and throngs, br Or down by the sea - br Have come together, br How, I can't tell: br But I know full well br No witty goose-wing br On an inkstand begot 'em; br Remember each place br And moment of grace, br In summer or spring, br Winter or autumn br By sun, moon, stars, br Or a coal in the bars, br In market or church, br Graveyard or dance, br When they came without search, br Were found as by chance. br A word, a line, br You may say are mine; br But the best in the songs, br Whatever it be, br To you, and to me, br And to no one belongs.