  Dawn like a lily lies upon the land Since I have known the whiteness of your hand. Dusk is more soft and more mysterious where Breathes on my eyes the perfume of your hair. Waves at your coming break in livelier blue; And solemn woods are glad because of you. Brooks of your laughter learn their liquid notes. Birds to your voice attune their pleading throats. Fields to your feet grow smoother and more green; |
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