Consider the Lilies
'TIS not the radiant star above
That breathes for me the lore of love
As doth the dewy censer sweet
That Heaven enkindles at my feet.
Yea, more for me of tenderness
Is uttered in the mute caress
Upon these moistened petals found,
Than e'er was wedded unto sound.
That breathes for me the lore of love
As doth the dewy censer sweet
That Heaven enkindles at my feet.
Yea, more for me of tenderness
Is uttered in the mute caress
Upon these moistened petals found,
Than e'er was wedded unto sound.
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