Sometimes when you vainly seek
the one you love but cannot find,
a subtle whiff of living thought
drifts slowly through your fevered mind,
and brings to life the vanished days
and recreates the pulsing nights
and peoples them with sighs and songs,
with vibrant sound and vivid sights;
and though the loved one tarries far
beyond the reach of sight or sound,
a fragrance lingers in the air
and deep within you, underground,
the spring of love leaps up anew
with crystal force and swelling tide
that makes the walls of heaven ring
and challenges creation's pride.
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