Woven of promise from life's golden loom, Pale threads of light have bound us heart to heart; Laughter and sorrow -- they are things apart -- ALL OF OUR WORLD IS IN THIS LITTLE ROOM.
Outside the branches sway, and winter weather Sweeps, with a cry of triumph, through the land Dear, it is springtime, when you touch my hand -- Only we two, and magic, here together!
End of The Project Gutenberg Etext Cross Roads, by Margaret E. Sangster