From The Best Poems of 1927:
"I do not think that anything might happen
Now when the sun shines through the open window
From a bright sky in early summer mornings
And 'warmly spreads along my night-tossed blanket.
It seems the touch, the welcome touch of friendship.
. . .
From "Sonnet":
"Where, in the labyrinth of all my days,
I met you and I loved you, is forgot.
There seems to me no time when you were not;
No road which separates you from my ways.
No cup I drink in which you may not share,
No shelter where I build you may not creep
From the cold wind . . .
- Everest Lewin
