Classic Poem

And all of everything seems so much a part of my life,
All of the things that I do not understand as well as all of the things that I do understand,
All of the things that I cannot reconcile as well as all of the things that I can reconcile,
All the bitter words of my enemies as well as all the sweet words of my friends,
All that my eyes see and all that my ears hear and all that I neither see nor hear,
All seems to belong to me, all seems to take its place,
All seems necessary to the symmetry of my body and to the symmetry of my soul,
All seems necessary to complete the record for the audit,
Not a piece or the piece of a piece absent without peril to all the rest,
To make my love's account with life perfect and perfect at last,
To make my love's account with death perfect and perfect at last.