<h3 id="The_Secret">The Secret</h3>
<p>IF I should tell you what I know<br/>
Of where the first primroses grow,<br/>
Betray the secrets of the lily,<br/>
Bring crocus-gold and daffodilly,<br/>
Would you tell me if charm there be<br/>
To win a maiden, willy-nilly?</p>
<p>I lie upon the fragrant heath,<br/>
Kin to the beating heart beneath;<br/>
The nesting plover I discover<br/>
Nor stir the scented screen above her,<br/>
Yet am I blind—I cannot find<br/>
What turns a maiden to her lover!</p>
<p>Through all the mysteries of May,<br/>
Initiate, I take my way—<br/>
Sure as the blithest lark or linnet<br/>
To touch the pulsing soul within it—<br/>
Yet with no art to reach Her heart,<br/>
Nor skill to teach me how to win it!</p>
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