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By Felix Arvers
My soul its secret has, my life too has its mystery, / A love eternal in a moment's space conceived; / Hopeless the evil is, I have not told its history, / And she who was the cause nor knew it nor believed. / Alas! I shall have passed close by her unperceived, / Forever at her side, and yet forever lonely, / I shall unto the end have made life's journey, only / Daring to ask for naught, and having naught received. / For her, though God has made her gentle and endearing, / She will go on her way distraught and without hearing / These murmurings of love that round her steps ascend, / Piously faithful still unto her austere duty, / Will say, when she shall read these lines full of her beauty, / "Who can this woman be? " and will not comprehend.