Tomake Jakhon

I hear and behold you in every object. Yet understand you are not in the least. Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself. Why should I wish to see you better than this day?

I see something of you each hour in the twenty-four and each moment than, in the faces of man and woman I see you and in my own face in the glass. I find the letters from you dropt in the street and everyone is sign’d in your’s name.

And I leave them where they are for I know that wherever I go, others will punctually come for ever and ever.