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विविक्ष Bringeth me no replying. Of word, or thought, or sigh. In all my joying and grieving. Living, hoping, believing, I send my love forth flowing, To find my unknown love. O world, that I am leaving. O heaven, where I am going, Is there no finding and knowing, Around, within or above? O soul of my soul's seeing O heart of my heart's being. O love of dreaming and waking And living and dying forOut of my soul’s last aching Out of my heart just breakingDoubting, falling forsaking, call on you this once more. Are you too high or too lowly To come at lengh upto me? Are you too sweet or too holy For me to have and to see? Wherever you are, I call you. Ere the falseness of life enthral you. Ere the hollow of death appal you. While yet your spirit is free. Have you not seen, in sleeping, A lover that night not stay, And remembered again with weeping And thought of him through the day Ah! thought of him long and dearly, Till you seemed to behold him clearly And could follow the dull time merely with heart and love far away And what are you thinking and saying, In the land where you are delaying Have you a chain to sever? Have you a prison to break O love there is one love for ever, And never another love- never, And hath it not reached you, my praying? Ø:ዩeኃሕe