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I try to blame|
When from your eyes the battle-flame
Leaps: when cleaves my speech the spear
For fear lest I should speak your name:
Your name that’s known|
But to your heart, your fear has flown
To mine: you’ve heard not any bird,
No wings have stirred save yours alone.
Alone your wings|
Have fluttered: half-forgotten things
Come crowding home into your heart,
Filling your heart with other Springs,
Springs when you’ve sung|
Your secret name with happy tongue
Loudly and innocent as the flowers
Through hours of laughter proudly young.
Young is the year|
And other wings are waking: near
Your heart my name is knocking loud,
Ah, be not proud! You need not fear.
Fearing lest I|
Should wrest your secret from on high
You will not listen to my name,
I cannot blame you though I try.
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