And off behind the tumbled cairn we hear a red fox cry.
Oh, good and rare it is to feel, as through the night we go
(Wild-wise, child-wise, all in the secret snow),
That we are free of heart and foot as hare and fox are free,
And yet that I am glad of you, and you are glad of me!
Fannie Stearns Davis
IN DEEP PLACES
I love thee, dear, and knowing mine own heart
With every beat I give God thanks for this;
I love thee only for the self thou art;