And seeing you, the daffodils
Said to the lilies: "This is spring."
The lilies murmured: "She fulfils
Summer's eternal blossoming."
Said to the lilies: "This is spring."
The lilies murmured: "She fulfils
Summer's eternal blossoming."
And hearing you, a nightingale
Averred: "The song I now shall sing
Will curse the silences that fail
To herald your awakening."
Averred: "The song I now shall sing
Will curse the silences that fail
To herald your awakening."
You came to me, I shut my eyes,
Begging that God might give me grace
Blindly to see the paradise
He had confided to your face.
Begging that God might give me grace
Blindly to see the paradise
He had confided to your face.
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