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Rh With lotus wine obliterates

Dear memory's stone-incarved traits,

And, by herself, supplants alone

Friends year by year more inly known.

When her calm eyes opened bright,

All were foreign in their light.

It was ever the self-same tale,

The first experience will not fail;

Only two in the garden walked,

And with snake and seraph talked.

But God said,

'I will have a purer gift;

There is smoke in the flame;

New flowerets bring, new prayers uplift,

And love without a name.

Fond children, ye desire

To please each other well;

Another round, a higher,

Ye shall climb on the heavenly stair,

And selfish preference forbear;