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THE LONG OF MY SOUL FOR THEE.

The longing of my soul for thee Has not been heraldedBy outward love's idolatry. In silence, and in dreadIts own existence to betray By gesture or by tone,Hour upon hour, and day by day, My love for thee has grown.
And deep—unfathomably deep— The flood of fiery feeling,Intensely still as midnight's sleep, Has swoll'n mid vain concealing.Down, down, below the tides Of whelming strong emotionThe faint love-deluged spirit glides, Like drowners 'neath an ocean.
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