Sara Teasdale — The Mystery

Your eyes drink of me,        &nbsp Love makes them shine, Your eyes that lean        &nbsp So close to mine. We have long been lovers,        &nbsp We know the range Of each other's moods        &nbsp And how they change; But when we look        &nbsp At each other so Then we feel        &nbsp How little we know; The spirit eludes us,        &nbsp Timid and free— Can I ever know you        &nbsp Or you know me?