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The Meadow




          Struck by the sight of his lady
          He drew close to the spirit of beauty
          Who shone from the bloom of her face
          Melting his heart with her grace           

          She gleamed like a gem from the stars
          Whose lamps lit the kiss of that fire
          That leapt from the dawn of all yearning
          Feeding his love that was burning

          As he saw the spirit in flesh
          He knew the truth of his test
          To rise to the meadow of fullness
          Where she waits in the garden of roses

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