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You had come beside me like extract of vernal breeze; | |||
In those days, Thee I could not realize. | |||
With smile was my Friend, the moon of mind's firmament; | |||
But even having scrutinized, You I did not recognize. | |||
Moonlight, by the night its beams were overshadowed; | |||
And yet in a moment why did my heart billow? | |||
Now looking closely, pouring light is You alone; | |||
I knew not that the light of moon also is just Thine. | |||
I inquired: "Why so remote had You been? | |||
In gloom You had kept wrapping me." | |||
you | Then You told: "My return you did not see; | ||
Never was I missing from your mind." | |||
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