I HAVE a fancy: how shall I bring it
Home to all mortals wherever they be ?
Say it or sing it ? Shoe it or wing it,
So it may outrun and outfly ME,<BR/> Merest cocoon-web whence it broke free ?
Only one secret can save from disaster,
Only one magic is that of the Master:
Set it to music ; give it a tune, —
Tune the brook sings you, tune the breeze brings you,
Tune that the columbines dance to in June!
This is the secret: so simple, you see !
Easy as loving, easy as kissing,
Easy as — well, let me ponder — as missing,
Known, since the world was, by scarce two or three.
James Russell Lowell.