The Unknown
There are strange secrets
That the hearts have kept
—Mine, a custodian of many;
Yet the strangest of all still unkept,
And what that is, I know not.
There are quite ***** sights
That the eyes have seen
—Mine, a beholder of few;
Yet the queerest of all still unseen,
And what that is, I know not.
There are weird feelings
That mortals have felt
—Mine, a witness of some;
Yet the weirdest of all still unfelt,
And what that is, I know not.
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