Us Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

For from where the morning
And far from where goodbye
There was someone I knew of,
And I still know her, of I.

And this there came of her love,
From the angels from the tree,
He took her hand and showed her love,
My hand of the body of me.

I know I'm her and that he is he
He who took angel hand,
To show me as many things that are beautiful and simple,
Taken from the wonder-land.

In how it came I do not know.
But me, myself is her,
And in this that so place where I was born.
I know how I was made.