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X. KNOWN, YET UNKNOWN
Because I know thee well, yet never quite,
I love thee so.
Most sweet thou art, yet strange. Each morning's light
New blossoms blow,—
I love thee so.
Most sweet thou art, yet strange. Each morning's light
New blossoms blow,—
And every morn within thine eyes the light
Of unseen things
Shines. It were loss to apprehend thee quite.
Thy mystery flings
Of unseen things
Shines. It were loss to apprehend thee quite.
Thy mystery flings
A new and ever newer charm around
Thy being here.
While others weary, thou art ever found
More and more dear.
Thy being here.
While others weary, thou art ever found
More and more dear.
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