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Yet the wisdom of all the years

Is in their lovelight lying.

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The Lady World

Is sleeping on her white and cloudy bed.

Like petals furled

Her eyelids close. Beside her dream-filled head

Her lover stands in silver cloak and shoon,

The faithful Moon.

So Love, my Love,

Sleep on, my Love, my Life, be not afraid.

The Moon above

Shall guard the World, and I my little maid.

Your life, your love, your dreams are mine to keep,

So sleep, so sleep.

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As down the primrose path to Love I trod

The golden flowers kissed my eager feet,

The wayside trees with singing birds were sweet,

The summer air was like the smile of God.

“Turn back!” said one, “escape the avenging rod.

Soon thou the deathless flames of Hell shall meet.”

But I pressed on and thought of no retreat,

Till soon with fire I was clothed and shod.

But through the burning vales of Hell where flow

The molten streams of bitterest despair,

Made blind by pain I stumbled on, and lo!

I stood at last in Love’s own perfumed air.