| Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922. | | | | To No One in Particular | | By Witter Bynner |
| | | LOCATE your love, you lose your love; | |
| Find her, you look away
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| Though mine I never quite discern, | |
| I trace her every day. | |
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| She has a thousand presences, | 5 |
| As surely seen and heard | |
| As birds that hide behind a leaf | |
| Or leaves that hide a bird. | |
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| Single your love, you lose your love, | |
| You cloak her face with clay; | 10 |
| Now mine I never quite discern | |
| And never look away. | | | | |
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