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Silence sits often on me as I touch / Her presence; I am like a bird that hears / A note diviner than it knows, and fears / To share the larger harmony too much.
My soul leaps up, as to a sudden sound / A long-lost traveller, when, by her grace, / I learn of her life's sweetness face to face, / And sweep the chords of sympathies profound.
Her regal nature calmly holds its height / Above life's din, while moving in its maze.
Unworthy thoughts would die within her sight,
And mean deeds creep to darkness from her gaze.
Yet only in my dreams can I set down / The word that gives her nobleness a crown.