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 I adore you And fall On the knees of my spirit before you— After all,

You need not insult, My king, With neglect, though your spirit exult In the spring,

Even me, though not worth, God knows, One word of you sent me in mirth, Or one rose

Out of all in your garden That grow Where the frost and the wind never harden Flakes of snow,

Nor ever is rain At all, But the roses rejoice to remain Fair and tall—