The waters dance
Though in a trance
Of sadness fade I
To my eye
Fountains burst
One after the other
Here
On earth
A paradise
Where winged angels
Sit
Strategical
One angel sings
Another draws
The chords ofa viol
Another plays the
Violin.
Another makes no
Sound; his folded
Brows
As yet
Manifest him
One of the sages:
Another angel in
Transparent beauty
Anatomical:
That garden be called
Paradise:
And it be
Below the azure clear
Of heavens immense
As mushrooms
Fountains spring:
Beauty rounds ring
And
All is sound and silence
The waters dance
Though in a trance
Of sadness fade I
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