TO KNOW THEE, TO KNOW THEE!
To know thee. To know thee. To know thee!
To become comrade with thy day,
Then I should know the agony of the ages.
I should suffer hates hotter than hell's pit.
I should know loves more languorous
Than drunken lotus flowers steeped
In honey, at whose lips bees sup.
I sould know the tongues, the cunning intonations
Of all things, that fretful wing
Of personality, which bears
The gist of utterance to its mart.