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 I lay upon the sparkling grass, And God's own mouth was kissing me, And there was nothing that did pass But blazed with divinity.

Divine—divine—upon my eyes, Upon mine hair—divine—divine, The fervour of the golden skies, The ardent gaze of God on mine.

Then spake I to the tree, "Were ye your own desire What is it ye would be?"

Answered the tree to me, "I am my own desire, I am what I would be.

"If you were your desire Would you lie under me, And see me as you see?"

"I am my own desire While I lie under you, And that which I would be Desire will sing to you."