She looked along the lake. And when I heard her speak,
The sun fell on the boy’s white sail and her white cheek.
“I touch them all through you,” she said. “I cannot know them now
Deeply and truly as my very own, except through you,
Except through one or two
Interpreters.
But not a moment stirs
Here between us, binding and interweaving us,
That does not bind these others to our care.”
The sunlight fell in glory on her hair....