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 AN UNMARKED FESTIVAL

HERE'S a feast undated, yet Both our true lives hold it fast,— Even the day when first we met. What a great day came and passed, —Unknown then, but known at last

And we met: You knew not me, Mistress of your joys and fears; Held my hand that held the key Of the treasure of your years, Of the fountain of your tears.

For you knew not it was I, And I knew not it was you. We have learnt, as days went by. But a flower struck root and grew Underground, and no one knew.

Day of days! Unmarked it rose, In whose hours we were to meet; And forgotten passed. Who knows, Was earth cold or sunny, Sweet, At the coming of your feet?

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