Which is that Unknown Pilgrim Who'd appeared;
Light He lit in a dark dwelling.
There had been no speech; a mouth with gentle grin,
The smile of lower lip, it went on lavishing.
Silently He had come from which unknown place;
Work accomplished, by what strange mode went He away.
Coming for an instant, a transitory love,
Why did it trace a line long-lasting?
At that time to know His particulars I did not wish;
Even still, acquaintance the mind does not imagine.
Simply, in thought of Him is honey-smeared intoxication;
What was given, forever it enticed me.
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Thursday, April 18, 2024
Had He stayed longer
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Could my love for Him be greater?
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