Leaf-sounding, for rain, soaked up
As soul's refresher
Is the Tear, Divine.
Leaf-sparkled, for it, soul's restorer
This of love; pure shed.
What no earth skies, here bending
Round, clouded, but its likeness
Can hope to enshrine!
Higher; out heart's own softness.
His; commiserated.
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