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- To She Who Me Delights
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- May it be that thou wouldst tarry near,
- Elf-maiden blessed, evermore beauteous.
- For nature heaves rapture as you appear,
- In celebration of unending grace.
- It is music, thine own attribute sweet,
- That flows within thy step and thy fair voice.
- Can it be that which plays upon my heart's beat
- And steals from me the luxury of choice?
- Mine eyes do see by light from thy deep eye,
- My soul sings gladness for thy warm presence,
- One touch of you, no doubt my spirit fly,
- And journey wide for such a flower's scent.
- So be near me, thou art my inner fire,
- To heights unheard, my soul you own, soar higher.
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- January 18, 1992
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- Copyright (c) 1992 Andrew S. Damick. All rights reserved.
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