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Inside a flower's garden the Sprite entered, | |||
And with scent He intoxicated. | |||
Any bees that had been aslumber, | |||
Wakened they came racing to the fragrance. | |||
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At depths of mind in the floral garden, | |||
Constantly He had grinned. | |||
With His smile on His reed pipe, | |||
I | What a clatter He had sounded! | ||
About Him I can't forget; | |||
In the world is not His likeness. | |||
Past imagination, beauty and virtue decked, | |||
In my midst embrace He had granted. | |||
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