What gives them to be free to mine? Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood? What about these likes of myself that draw me so close by by tender directions and indirections? Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank? We meet people to whom we are drawn, We do not know what draws us-could not tell why we are drawn— Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot, And might tell the pinings I have, and might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot, Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the friendship I take again; I cannot tell whence the cause of my faintest wish, So I never could explain why I love anybody, or anything. O to attract by more than attraction! How it is I know not, yet behold! The fact is indisputable, the bond is inseverable, The something which obeys none of the rest, how magnetic it draws. ,