Sweet youth mistress of the ages
The Goddess shines upon your face
Your temple curtain sanctified
Whilst dreams of Avalon thy sleep embrace
If only age a number be
As it was in ancient days gone by
When the Beltane fires brightly burn'd
Ere spring with summer lie
Raven Tessa scion of Eve
Tis with fondness I hope and pray
Thou would'st receive this poetic token
To honour what ballads o'er history hath dearly praised
A singular beauty such as yours
Scent'd petals barely now exposed
O'er flourish'd buds unfurling
In all essense a perfect rose
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