‘When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head again a flower I heard you talk. Don’t say I didn’t, for I heard you say– You spoke from that flower on the window sill- Do you remember what it was you said?’ ‘First tell me what it was you thought you heard.’ ‘Having found the flower and driven a bee away, I leaned on my head And holding by the stalk, I listened and I thought I caught the word– What was it? Did you call me by my name? Or did you say– Someone said “Come” — I heard it as I bowed.’ ‘I may have thought as much, but not aloud.’ “Well, so I came.’
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