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Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.

By. Witter Bynner

To No One in Particular

LOCATE your love, you lose your love;

Find her, you look away …

Though mine I never quite discern,

I trace her every day.

She has a thousand presences,

As surely seen and heard

As birds that hide behind a leaf

Or leaves that hide a bird.

Single your love, you lose your love,

You cloak her face with clay;

Now mine I never quite discern—

And never look away.