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I KNOW THEE NOT.

I know thee not—I never heard thy voice,
 Yet, could I choose a friend from all mankind,
Thy spirit high, should be my spirit's choice,
 Thy heart should guide my heart, thy mind, my mind!

I know not if thy features be akin
 To thy bright thoughts—or if thy lashes fall
O'er sparkling orbs—I only sigh to win
 The soul that speaks, and sparkles through them all!

I know not if thou'rt blest—I hope thou art!
 Yet O! I envy her to whom belongs
The priceless treasure of thy free, high heart,
 With all its wild sweet thoughts, and sweeter songs!

I know not if thou'lt ever, ever press
 My trembling hand in thine—to meet with thee!
O! I should die for very blessedness,
 So sweetly painful would that meeting be!

I know not if thou think'st of me afar,
 Yet oft, I sit alone amid my flowers,