Without this God-light that is
Lovingly radiant
Ineffectual woke, man, of sun.
Resulting in
A yet noble buried dream
Of enflowering.
Til facing who's person, casts
His own essence, divine
As dark that, as cold felt left
For true worth dead
The lillied Earth, impenetrably
Wintry-hearted.
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