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 DO not know your name, dear, I do not know your rank, And do not care for either ; But heartily I thank The chance, or fate, that made you Go wandering that way, The chance, or fate, that led you To cross my path that day. For I was drifting, drifting Adown a grassy slope ; A spell was laid upon me With which I could not cope. The air was faint with roses, The sea lay like a mist, The flowers beyond the sunlight Were waiting to be kissed.