TO ONE UNKNOWN
I have seen the proudest starsThat wander on through space,Even the sun and moon,But not your face.I have heard the violin,The winds and waves rejoiceIn endless minstrelsy;Yet not your voice.I have touched the trillium,Pale flower of the land,Coral, anemone,And not your hand.I have kissed the shining feetOf Twilight lover-wise,Opened the gates of Dawn—Oh, not your eyes!I have dreamed unwonted things,Visions that witches brew,Spoken with images,Never with you.Helen Dudley
I have seen the proudest starsThat wander on through space,Even the sun and moon,But not your face.I have heard the violin,The winds and waves rejoiceIn endless minstrelsy;Yet not your voice.I have touched the trillium,Pale flower of the land,Coral, anemone,And not your hand.I have kissed the shining feetOf Twilight lover-wise,Opened the gates of Dawn—Oh, not your eyes!I have dreamed unwonted things,Visions that witches brew,Spoken with images,Never with you.Helen Dudley
I have seen the proudest starsThat wander on through space,Even the sun and moon,But not your face.
I have seen the proudest stars
That wander on through space,
Even the sun and moon,
But not your face.
I have heard the violin,The winds and waves rejoiceIn endless minstrelsy;Yet not your voice.
I have heard the violin,
The winds and waves rejoice
In endless minstrelsy;
Yet not your voice.
I have touched the trillium,Pale flower of the land,Coral, anemone,And not your hand.
I have touched the trillium,
Pale flower of the land,
Coral, anemone,
And not your hand.
I have kissed the shining feetOf Twilight lover-wise,Opened the gates of Dawn—Oh, not your eyes!
I have kissed the shining feet
Of Twilight lover-wise,
Opened the gates of Dawn—
Oh, not your eyes!
I have dreamed unwonted things,Visions that witches brew,Spoken with images,Never with you.
I have dreamed unwonted things,
Visions that witches brew,
Spoken with images,
Never with you.
Helen Dudley