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Oh! To Be A Flower Nodding In The Sun, Bending, Then Upspringing As The Breezes Run.

Now You Are Come! You Tremble Like A Star Poised Where, Behind Earth's Rim, The Sun Has Set. Your Voice Has Sung Across My Heart, But Numb And Mute, I Have No Tones To Answer.

I Know That A Creed Is The Shell Of A Lie.

Freighted With Hope, Crimsoned With Joy, We Scatter The Leaves Of Our Opening Rose.

When You Came, You Were Like Red Wine And Honey, And The Taste Of You Burnt My Mouth With Its Sweetness.