War, the Liberator, and Other Pieces/To the Unknown Love
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TO THE UNKNOWN LOVE
A DAY ago, quite suddenly,Hell opened all its gulf to me,I could not tell what I must do,And so I tried to think of you,And hoped that I might see your eyesJust for a moment, and be wise.But you were looking far awayUpon a green and crimson spray,The rose-tree flung across your way.And with the perfect sight of youThe blossom took a braver hue,And sucked your wisdom like the dew,Your beauty like a summer shower.Never before was any flowerSo fair and wise as was this roseWith seeing you.With seeing you. And yet, who knows, If I had seen your dear grave eyes,Which made the little flower so wise,Just for a moment ere I fell,Perhaps I had been wise as well.