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The Virgin speaks:

 RAW back the starry curtains of the night, O Cherubim, and Seraphim! Pull back the purple curtains of the night, For I would look once more upon the world, That ere my sorrows made some young delight In bird and bee and each earth-flower uncurled.

Cherubim: “Sancta Virgo Virginum.”

 Let me behold a garden rich with fruit, The pomegranate in shade of cypress trees, Vines and wild honey, and the small bees' lute, Where aromatic spices fill the breeze.

Seraphim: “Virgo fidelis.”

 Let me behold again all unafraid, Fair Bethlehem and grey Egyptian sands, Let me but see the spreading cedar's shade Where once I hid in half-forgotten lands. [32]