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İ İmagined That İ Bore My Chalice Safely Through A Throng Of Foes. Her Name Sprang To My Lips At Moments İn Strange Prayers And Praises Which İ Myself Did Not Understand. My Eyes Were Often Full Of Tears (İ Could Not Tell Why) And At Times A Flood From My Heart Seemed To Pour İtself Out İnto My Bosom. İ Thought Little Of The Future. İ Did Not Know Whether İ Would Ever Speak To Her Or Not Or, İf İ Spoke To Her, How İ Could Tell Her Of My Confused Adoration. But My Body Was Like A Harp And Her Words And Gestures Were Like Fingers Running Upon The Wires.