How can strangers love, knowing not your face? Or any alchemist claim his lead gold Absent your touch? Has reality place Beyond sound of where your rumor's told? 5 Any sound love's quality that lacks your name? Yet love has many full thousand silent sounds And quiet lapsing looks of equal fame Darting far past your name's parading grounds. And alchemy's little stones play lover's parts--- 10 Held apart, or wooing in crucible--- And interchange their substance by that art. Yet strangers love--- a thought impossible! Yet strangers love, and cannot from their strangeness wend; Nor can I, lost in you, find ecstasy's end.
From the collection "Hymns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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