Microcosm

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SHE and I--we kissed and vowed
  That should be which could not be;
Just as if mere vows endowed
  Love with immortality!
Ah, had vows but kept us true,
As we thought them sure to do!


She and I--such tiny parts
  Of the Evolution-plan--
Yet can hold within our hearts
  All the misery of man:
All the ages did prepare,
All we are and all we bear.


She and I--mere counters, toys
  Nature uses for her game--
Pity that we long for joys,
  And feel sorrows all the same!
Just as though our wills were free,
As we dreamed them--I and she!

© Edith Nesbit