From ravages of sigh she raised
Slow and steady into young bird,
Before playing -fields and splitting sounds-
-‘‘I heard strongly of my damped shade! ’’
Dashed and roamed over the impeded stream-
Swam the last length; -embraced to heights -firm
Hallowed and turns denser in tallest heaven-
Towards fire of an gild lit- strongly risen.
Oh No! She would be the one , long -I behold -
To all sparkling heart -Mighty with the dead-
And blinking of little eyes - darkened in sanctuary,
While thence grass-hoper leans to new harvest.
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