Your trail runs to the westward, br And mine to my own place; br There is water between our lodges, br And I have not seen your face. br br But since I have read your verses br 'Tis easy to guess the rest,-- br Because in the hearts of the children br There is neither East nor West. br br Born to a thousand fortunes br Of good or evil hap, br Once they were kings together, br Throned in a mother's lap. br br Surely they know that secret-- br Yellow and black and white-- br When they meet as kings together br In innocent dreams at night. br br By a moon they all can play with-- br Grubby and grimed and unshod, br Very happy together, br And very near to God. br br Your trail runs to the westward, br And mine to my own place: br There is water between our lodges, br And you cannot see my face.-- br br And that is well--for crying br Should neither be written nor seen, br But if I call you Smoke-in-the-Eyes, br I know you will know what I mean.