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 LL these years-! And I have never known it, oh my God ! What had I done, that thou shouldst blind me so ? I feeling dumbly after other hearts That cared not for me ; this one all mine own. Was it indeed so ? didst thou draw me, dear, By subtle spirit motion, that I knew There was a soul that loved me in the world, And knew not it was thine ? Fear me ; how couldst thou ? fear a butterfly, A little beggar child upon the road, A bird with broken wings, fear feeblest things, But me, how couldst thou fear ?