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Go, unsaid thought, wordless and songless both! / With fluttering pinions, still unseen, unsought, / Circle the spirit's white flame like a moth -- / Go -- unsaid thought!
Go to the one by whom my soul is taught; / Go -- wing your joyous journey, nothing loth / Like sunbeams in the hearts of lilies caught,
Like perfume that eludes, yet lingereth; -- / Until your subtle mission's fully wrought -- / To charm, as a dear dream's pale image doth, -- / Go -- unsaid thought!