And others followed
But I stopped
to drink deep of the spring,
to feel close to my heart
the warmth of the sheep;
to embrace the hill and the vale
and to play the games that little children play!
So when time did catch me
the others strangers,
they did not my interests share,
their source of passion too differed,
their heights of passion I could not attain
A stranger I was, a stranger I remain!