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am I such that when the morning breaks,

I leave my garden of Gethsemane,

And often will some god companion me

Who from another heaven his lineage takes;

And on the road such sweet discourse he makes

As fills the world anew with deity;

With other eyes all former sights I see,

And in my soul the beautiful awakes.

So move I on, compassed with forms of grace

Who greet me youngest of the heavenly line,

For that strange light that aye shines in my face

From her I love in secret, makes them mine,

And they adopt me into their high race,

Who only through my lady walk divine.