Your eyes looking, looking into mine.
But I could see yours better.

I remembered everything then, how you once asked me to look into your eyes.

I remembered so many things--oh, so many!" "How many things did you remember, Rima ?" "Listen, Abel, do you ever lie on the dry moss and look straight up into a tree and count a thousand leaves ?" "No, sweetest, that could not be done, it is so many to count.

Do you know how many a thousand are ?" "Oh, do I not! When a humming-bird flies close to my face and stops still in the air, humming like a bee, and then is gone, in that short time I can count a hundred small round bright feathers on its throat.
That is only a hundred; a thousand are more, ten times.

Looking up I count a thousand leaves; then stop counting, because there are thousands more behind the first, and thousands more, crowded together so that I cannot count them.