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1884–1933

The Mystery

Sara Teasdale

Your eyes drink of me, Love makes them shine, Your eyes that lean So close to mine.

We have long been lovers, We know the range Of each other's moods And how they change;

But when we look At each other so Then we feel How little we know;

The spirit eludes us, Timid and free — Can I ever know you Or you know me?

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