The little threads of mutual fate
Which touch and tangle soon or late?
“These ‘hindrances’ which made you fret,
These ‘interruptions,’ one by one,
They were but sudden tasks I set,
My errands for your feet to run,
Will you disdain them, child, or shun?”
Oh, blind of heart and dull of soul!
I only felt, the long day through,
That I was thwarted of my goal,