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[Could words unfold the secrets of my heart]
Could words unfold the secrets of my heart,Throw searching light on every dark recess,
Divine its deepest thoughts with magic art,
Thoughts that it dares not to itself confess;—
Could words reveal my passion, tell its range,
Fathom its depths, map out its winding course,
Track it from mood to mood, from change to change,
Forecast its future, show its hidden source;—
Could words unseal the fountain of desire,
Say what I wish for, hope for, follow, seek;—
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I, who am silent now, might haply speak.
Vain dream! the only voices of the soul
Are silence, self-effacement, self-control.
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