Song By The Sub-conscious Selfrhymes Made In A Dream

Andrew Lang

I know not what my secret is,
I know but it is mine;
I know to dwell with it were bliss,
To die for it divine.
I cannot yield it in a kiss,
Nor breathe it in a sigh.
I know that I have lived for this;
For this, my love, I die.

(C) Andrew Lang
01/01/2000

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