Although twas given, without
The giver's hand to spot
The joy in the giving
Held back, it was not!
Evoked daily, through each of
A dawn-fogged reminder
In heavenly choruses
Tree-raised, a-twitter.
And through each light-bright newness
Of a day Love does weave
In pleasured instinct's heard
Pled: 'wake to receive'!
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