Neighbors

‘Who found for you the waters that soothed your heart-break first?’
‘Oh, who but these, my Sorrow, my Hunger and my Thirst!’

‘Who made your eyes the wiser to hail the farthest star?’
‘Who but my Dark I thanked not,—the Dark where no lamps are!’

‘And I come singing, Neighbor, to tell you, where you grieve.
And though my song bled, bled afresh,—yet would you not believe.’