To See Fair Love
If once a flower stood in heaven's light,
fair petals, windswept, tending toward the dawn,
If ever vim exhaled from violet night,
redolent of her vigor, curtains drawn,
As meditative falls hum nature's rite,
so rapturous as queen unto her pawn,
To see fair love as certain in the heart,
I beseech you, heaven, may this be a start.
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