What you are I cannot say

IV

What you are I cannot say;
Only this I know full well —
When I touched your face to-day
Drifts of blossom flushed and fell.

Whence you came I cannot tell;
Only — with your joy you start
Chime on chime from bell on bell
In the cloisters of my heart.
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