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Incessu Patuit Deus There we might wander, you and I alone, Through gardens filled with marble seats moss-grown, And fountains — water-threads that winds disperse — While in the spray the birds sit and converse.

And when the fireflies mix their circling glow Through the dark plants, then gently might I know Your lips, light as the wings of the dragon-flies &hellip;

— Merely dreams, fluttering in my eyes. &hellip; 14