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SONGS UNSUNG

Ye songs unknown, unuttered,
That flutter in me unsung,
Would ye had left my bosom
In the days when I was young!

Then had ye flown o'er the sea-waste
And drunk of the outer foam,
Perchance, in the gray of the morning,
Ye had found it,—found it,—home!

Had ye soared in the azure distance,
Had ye cloven the sun, above,
Perchance, in the unknown heaven,
Ye had found it,—unknown love!

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