The Mystery (Teasdale)

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The Mystery
by 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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