Rhymes of Old Plimouth

by Herbert Randall

INTIMACY.

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.