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I know not how I found you / With your wild hair a-blow, / Nor why the world around you / Would never let me know: / Perhaps 't was Heaven relented, / Perhaps 't was Hell resented / My dream, and grimly vented / Its hate upon me so.
In Shadowland I met you / Where all dim shadows meet; / Within my heart I set you, / A phantom bitter-sweet: / No hope for me to win you, / Though I with soul and sinew / Strive on and on, when in you / There is no heart or heat!