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A gift of Silence, sweet!|
Who may not ever hear;
To lay down at your unobservant feet,
Is all the gift I bear.
I have no songs to sing,|
That you should heed or know:
I have no lilies, in full hands, to fling
Across the path you go.
I cast my flowers away,|
Blossoms unmeet for you!
The garland I have gathered in my day;
My rosemary and rue.
I watch you pass and pass,|
Serene and cold: I lay
My lips upon your trodden, daisied grass,
And turn my life away.
Yea, for I cast you, sweet!|
This one gift, you shall take:
Like ointment, on your unobservant feet,
My silence, for your sake.
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