“Why do I love” You, Sir? 
The Wind does not require the Grass 
To answer—Wherefore when He pass 
She cannot keep Her place. 

Because He knows—and 
Do not You— 
And We know not— 
Enough for Us 
The Wisdom it be so— 

The Lightning—never asked an Eye 
Wherefore it shut—when He was by— 
Because He knows it cannot speak— 
And reasons not contained— 
—Of Talk— 
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk— 

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me— 
Because He’s Sunrise—and I see— 
I love Thee—