INTIMACY.
Reading edition
I am part of the greening grass, A part of the stars and sun. My heart is a part of the falling dew, The rose and my soul are one. I shall live in a silver maple When the winds and the rain are old; In the sunset light of a winter night I shall sail in a ship of gold. For I am a part of a day gone by, A part of the years to be, A part of the strife and the joy of life, And they each are a part of me.