(I am 1/you)
Let this arm be the standard,
My soul the fortress,
The rock, that shelters you from the sky
I will take all you have to give
Giving in return comfort in the night.
I am yours, and bow to you in this,
My all given into your respite,
I am the shelter from the past,
The easer of the now,
Tree standing against the wind.
And if ever, whenever,
The world is too much with you,
Come to me
And know the comforts of my Mathematics.
(You are 1/me)