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1844–1912

SONG BY THE SUB-CONSCIOUS SELF — RHYMES MADE IN A DREAM

Andrew Lang

I know not what my secret is, I know but it is mine; I know to dwell with it were bliss, To die for it divine.

I cannot yield it in a kiss, Nor breathe it in a sigh. I know that I have lived for this; For this, my love, I die.

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