Know you not the word unsaid

 Is the flower of speech?”

 All the snowy blossoms faded,

 While the scarlet berries grew;

 And all summer they evaded

 Anything they knew.

 “Cornel, cornel, green and red

 Flooring for the forest wide,

 Whither down the ways of dread

 Went my starry-eyed?”

 “Mortal, mortal, is there found

 Any fruitage half so fair

 In the dim world underground

 As there grows in air?”

 “Wilding cornel, you can guess

 Nothing of eternal pain,

 Growing there in quietness

 In the sun and rain.”

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 “Mortal, where your heart would be

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