The blossom never knows the fragrance sweet
That in its blossom’s mystery lies,
The deeps that mirror forth the Infinite
Question its secrets with their sighs.
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Oh, if thou never wilt appear,
Why are thy masks of Beauty here?
Why sound thy anklets everywhere,
The spell that never dies? 10+++++++
My heart forgets that in my
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Oh, if thou never wilt appear, Why are thy masks of Beauty here? Why sound thy anklets everywhere, The spell that never dies? 10+++++++ My heart forgets that in my