I stood and watched you out of sight . That meeting was the purple gift the day gave me . * * * * * Today I tried to write a poem to you , Una , but I could not find words fine enough , as a lover could find no raiment dainty enough for his bride . The old words other men have used in singing to their loves seemed too worn and common for you . I wanted only new words , crystal clear or coloured only by the iris of the light , not words that have been steeped and stained with all the hues of other men 's thoughts . So I burned the verses that were so unworthy of you . * * * * * Una , some day you will love . You will watch for him ; you will blush at his coming , be sad at his going . Oh , I can not think of it ! * * * * * Today I saw you when you did not see me . I was walking on the shore , and as I came around a rock you were sitting on the other side . I drew back a little and looked at you . Your hands were clasped over your knees ; your hat had fallen back , and the sea wind was ruffling your hair . Your face was lifted to the sky , your lips were parted , your eyes were full of light . You seemed to be listening to something that made you happy . I crept gently away , that I might not mar your dream . Of what were you thinking , Una ? * * * * * I must leave you soon . Sometimes I think I can not bear it . Oh , Una , how selfish it is of me to wish that you might love me !
Yet I do wish it , although I have nothing to offer you but a great love and all my willing work XXXXX hand and brain .
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