IN TUNE
I don't remember when I first began
To call you 'friend'. One day, I only know
The vague companionship that I'd seen grow
So imperceptibly, turned gold, and ran
In tune with all I'd thought , or dared to plan.
Since then, you've been to me like music, low,
Yet clear; a fire that throws its warm, bright glow
On me as on each woman, child, and man,
And common thing that lies within its rays;
You've been like wholesome food that stays the cry
Of hungry, groping minds; and like a star~
A self-sufficient star~you make me raise
My utmost being to a higher sky,
In tune, like you, with earth, yet wide,
and far.
~Florence Steigerwalt.