To One Unknown

I have seen the proudest stars   That wander on through space, Even the sun and moon,   But not your face. I have heard the violin,   The winds and waves rejoice In endless minstrelsy,   Yet not your voice. I have touched the trillium,   Pale flower of the land, Coral, anemone,   And not your hand. I have kissed the shining feet   Of Twilight lover-wise, Opened the gates of Dawn—   Oh, not your eyes! I have dreamed unwonted things,   Visions that witches brew, Spoken with images,   Never with you.