To Win Thee

There is no word to tell how I must know thee;

No wind clasped ever a low meadow-flower

So close that as to nearness it could show thee;

No rainbow so makes one the sun and shower.

A something with thee, I am a nothing fro’ thee.

Because I am not save as I am in thee,

My soul is ever setting out to win thee.
~George MacDonald

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