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The Unknown Beloved

1886-1978


I dreamed I passed a doorway
         Where, for a sign of death,
White ribbons one was binding
         About a flowery wreath.

What drew me so I know not,
         But drawing near I said,
"Kind sir, and can you tell me
         Who is it here lies dead?"

Said he, "Your most beloved
         Died here this very day,
That had known twenty Aprils
         Had she but lived till May."

Astonished I made answer,
         "Good sir, how say you so!
Here have I no beloved,
         This house I do not know."

Quoth he, "Who from the world's end
         Was destined unto thee
Here lies, thy true beloved
         Whom thou shalt never see."

I dreamed I passed a doorway
         Where, for a sign of death,
White ribbons one was binding
         About a flowery wreath.


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