Helen Dudley - TO ONE UNKNOWN 

I have seen the proudest stars 
That wander on through space, 
Even the sun and moon, 

But not your face. 

I have heard the violin, 
The winds and waves rejoice 
In endless minstrelsy, 

Yet not your voice. 

I have touched the trillium, 
Pale flower of the land, 
Coral, anemone, 

And not your hand. 

I have kissed the shining feet 
Of Twilight lover-wise, 
Opened the gates of Dawn— 

Oh not your eyes! 

I have dreamed unwonted things, 
Visions that witches brew, 
Spoken with images, 

Never with you. 

Helen Dudley
Poetry  1912-10: Vol 1 Iss 1