There was a daughter with high thoughts,
Higher than what knowledge can bring,
And higher than the fairness of some;
It required chandeliers and primroses,
High thoughts were not to desist and beg
For assistance.
Then sheets of silky snow abated forever,
Wild shrouds beamed on the soul
Of a primrosed lady of the deepest sleep,
Dormant in her world of thoughts higher
Than my lords and ladies of old
Who required action.
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