April 6, 2014
If I could meet thee not alone in trance Look on thy perfect beauty, the romance Of life, the music that was born in me Would sing and sorrow could no longer be.
The earth is thine of that my soul is sure And being thine will once again be pure, Her lands, her lakes, her seas, her skies, pristine Her body radiant, apparelled in green,
Her austere mountain peaks of solitude Her rivers and plains all wondrously renewed To welcome once again your lotus feet And thy touch of love all living things complete.
Poems Undated (1727)
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