I Know Not How It Is with You

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.