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THE LONG OF MY SOUL FOR THEE.

The longing of my soul for thee
 Has not been heralded
By outward love's idolatry.
 In silence, and in dread
Its own existence to betray
 By gesture or by tone,
Hour upon hour, and day by day,
 My love for thee has grown.

And deep—unfathomably deep—
 The flood of fiery feeling,
Intensely still as midnight's sleep,
 Has swoll'n mid vain concealing.
Down, down, below the tides
 Of whelming strong emotion
The faint love-deluged spirit glides,
 Like drowners 'neath an ocean.

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