Read X - I know not how it is with you of Songs of Travel and other verses, free online book, by Robert Louis Stevenson, on

I know not how it is with you—­
I love the first and last,
The whole field of the present view,
The whole flow of the past.

One tittle of the things that are,
Nor you should change nor I ­
One pebble in our path ­one star
In all our heaven of sky.

   Our lives, and every day and hour,
      One symphony appear: 
   One road, one garden ­every flower
      And every bramble dear.