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YES, to-day I spoke with her,
And she blush'd, I thought, and smil'd
Thro' the veil her breath did stir;
Half a woman, she, half child, -
All true soul and spirit pure,
Never deceiving, I am sure,
Never made for mock or lure!
Under that blue curtain, tell
What divine unspoken thought,
What the bond invisible,
What the fancy, all unsought,
What the sweet dream unfulfill'd,
Brought to waking, scar'd and still'd,
Not as I, nor any, will'd.
Thro' a never-lifted veil
Must I, gazing vainly, see
Faint as utmost sea-dipt sail,
That sweet face shadow'd from me, -
That dear unforgotten face,
With unutterable grace
Shining from some distant place?
Ah, to those who yearn to know, -
Daily listen at love's gate,
Hard enough to find! . . We go
Through the ways high-hedg'd and strait,
Just a thick blue canopy,
Just a flower, a bird, a tree,
Just a westering wind, you see!
Seldom touch we nearest those
Human hearts from youth akin.
Can love suddenly disclose
The soul history writ within
Her dim room where nothing stirs
Save high thought's interpreters,
Passion, and no voice but hers?
Yes . . . perhaps; some instant grace
Of remember'd months and years
May unveil the drooping face;
Eyes that shine with blissful tears,
Looking others thro' and thro',
Shall disclose their secret; true
Will the tale be, told to you!
But 'tis hard to wait and wait
Till the moment - if it may -
Strike that soul-spark; all too late
May it flame and fade, I say!
If I dared - if it might be -
With bold fingers suddenly
Lift the shadowing veil and see!
Love will not be coaxt or spurr'd
Faster than time's whirling wheels
Follow trackless . . . Yet to have heard
Music sung divine, one feels
Somehow for the melody
Nobler: loving her, so I
Hold a higher destiny.
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