  Elvira, by love's grace There goeth before you A clear radiance Which maketh all vain souls Candles when noon is. The loud clangour of pretenders Melteth before you Like the roll of carts passing, But you come silently And homage is given. Now the little by-path Which leadeth to love Is again joyful with its many; And the great highway From love Is without passers. |
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