Through Unknown Tracks

 

How many veils the mind has woven

Across your image in my heart;

Should I go straight down through that passage

They would but wall me far apart,

 

And leave me fumbling blind in darkness...

— So, brood I, could I close my eyes

And plunge through unknown tracks, I'd capture

You from behind as by surprise,

 

And be within your radiant presence,

More safe-locked in your arms and sure,

For all the walls the mind has put up

Against the other entrance-door.

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