I wish to say you something,
Something that could never be said,
I wish to pay you the abstract –precious,
That never could be paid.
What I wish is a cherish,
Of the immortal land of the soul,
The cessation of tireless striving,
The clarion call for the goal.
I wish to paint that feeling,
That the dye of word never does,
But the watery-lines alone give the touch,
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