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Of the hidden springs of your life a part,
 Flesh of your flesh, and bone of your bone.
Marion stooped one day to kiss
 A beggar's babe with a tender grace;
While some sweet thought, like a prophecy,
 Looked from her pure Madonna face.

I wonder what it must be to think
 To-morrow will be your wedding-day,
And you, in the radiant sunset glow
 Down fragrant flowery paths will stray,
As Marion does this blessed night,
 With Philip, lost in a blissful dream.
Can she feel his heart through the silence beat?
 Does he see her eyes in the starlight gleam?

Questioning thus, my days go on;
 But never an answer comes to me:
All love's mysteries, sweet as strange,
 Sealed away from my life must be.
Yet still I dream, O heart of mine!
 Of a beautiful city that lies afar;
And there, some time, I shall drop the mask,
 And be shapely and fair as others are.