T HE fountains mingle with the river

And the rivers with the ocean,

The winds of heaven mix for ever

With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single, 5

All things by a law divine

In one another's being mingle

Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven,

And the waves clasp one another; 10

No sister-flower would be forgiven

If it disdain'd its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth,

And the moonbeams kiss the sea

What are all these kissings worth, 15