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E. E. ST. L. HILL
(KEBLE)

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DIFFIDENCE

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Dulled is the azure of the skies.

Can aught but woe my woes beget?

My inmost self in anguish cries

"I love my Love"—My Love!—and yet

I cannot as a lover say

"I love my Love," because I know

I am not worthy. Still I may

Win in the end the right to show

My Love what is my heart's desire.

For more than this I may not hope,

To naught beyond can I aspire.

Alone, in secret, I must grope

My way and be content to see

The beauty of my star above,

For never will my Love love me

Though I so truly love my Love.