What do I want of thee?
No gift of smile or tear
Nor casual company,
But in still speech to me
Only thy heart to hear.
Others contentedly
Go lonely here and there;
I cannot pass thee by,
Love’s Mendicant am I
Who meet thee everywhere.
No merchandise I make;
Thou mayst not give to me
The counterfeits they take.
I claim Him for Love’s sake,
The Hidden One in thee.
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