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I am the secret never spoken of; I am the comfort you shall seek from all your fears, I am the grinded grain in bread that fulfills the hunger of children, I am the secret of love in your eyes, and I am the dust born of the Stone of Patience ! ...... HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. ................................................ ────(♥)(♥)(♥)─