“When I was just as far as I could walkFrom here to-day,There was an hourAll stillWhen leaning with my head against a flowerI heard you talk.Don’t say I didn’t, for I heard you say—You spoke from that flower on the window sill—Do you remember what it was you said?” “First tell me what it was you thought you heard.” “Having found the flower and driven a bee away,I leaned my head,And holding by the stalk,I listened and I thought I caught the word—What was it? Did you call me by my name?Or did you say—Someone said ‘Come’—I heard it as I bowed.” “I may have thought as much, but not aloud.” “We