The poet sings to loveexalted.It is known:To life… only to lifeone never ceases to sing.Anti-life in the register of the soulhe no longer keeps.For himlife and loveare oneand only one.
One and only one
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O Dreamy Creature
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…