By what length by whose breath it is by what manner of
By saying so having said so have I not the right to walk with you in your presence
By this brook by these flowers I forcibly took by design by hand
By your hand by my hands I took what we have chosen to overlook—
By then it was no longer the same thing it is not
what you think it is though what you thought it was was it
By then what we have been waiting for having waited long enough
By this brook where strangers hands have shook I see
By having loved by being loved by being this being maybe it is my being
