A Little, Passionately, Not At All? She Casts The Snowy Petals On The Air: And What Care We How Many Petals Fall! Nay, Wherefore Seek The Seasons To Forestall? It Is But Playing, And She Will Not Care, A Little, Passionately, Not At All! She Would Not Answer Us If We Should Call Across The Years: Her Visions Are Too Fair; And What Care We How Many Petals Fall! She Knows Us Not, Nor Recks If She Enthrall With Voice And Eyes And Fashion Of Her Hair, A Little, Passionately, Not At All! Knee-Deep She Goes In Meadow Grasses Tall, Kissed By The Daisies That Her Fingers Tear: And What Care We How Many Petals Fall! We Pass And Go: But She Shall Not Recall What Men We Were, Nor All She Made Us Bear: "A Little, Passionately, Not At All!" And What Care We How Many Petals Fall!