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Fuess and Stearns, comps.  The Little Book of Society Verse.  1922.
To No One in Particular
By Witter Bynner
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,        5
  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;        10
Now mine I never quite discern—
  And never look away.

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