When you and I, like all things kind or cruel, br The garnered days and light evasive hours, br Are gone again to be a part of flowers br And tears and tides, in life’s divine renewal, br br If some grey eve to certain eyes should wear br A deeper radiance than mere light can give, br Some silent page abruptly flush and live, br May it not be that you and I are there?br br Edith Whartonbr br