Who knows <br />Where my sight goes, <br />What your sight shows--- <br />Where the peachtree blows? <br /> <br />The frogs sing <br />Of everything <br />And children run <br />As leaves swing. <br /> <br />And many women pass <br />Dressed in white, <br />As thoughts of noon pass <br />From sea to sea. <br /> <br />And all these things would take <br />My life from me.<br /><br />Yvor Winters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-my-sight-goes/
