TO ONE UNKNOWN
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I have seen the proudest stars That wander on through space, Even the sun and moon, But not your face. I have heard the violin, The winds and waves rejoice In endless minstrelsy; Yet not your voice. I have touched the trillium, Pale flower of the land, Coral, anemone, And not your hand. I have kissed the shining feet Of Twilight lover-wise, Opened the gates of Dawn— Oh, not your eyes! I have dreamed unwonted things, Visions that witches brew, Spoken with images, Never with you. Helen Dudley