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 AN UNMARKED FESTIVAL.

a feast, undated, yet

Both our true lives hold it fast,—

The first day we ever 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.