I am a little girl, trying to fit in this world
We all are little humans trying to fit in
Unaware of the fact that we are perfect in the way we live in
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!