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Dear, vainly do I strive
To know the depths of thee--
I now reach forth my hand--
Lost in a soundless sea!


I have tried to understand thee,
To know thee all, dear one;
I have reached toward thy soul,
Yet could not touch the sun!


I have written songs of thee,
But my lines failed, forlorn;
Words have not the color of the rose
Nor the beauty of the morn!


I have made thee music and light
Yet never found thy will--
My hands reach to the sky,
But the stars are higher still!