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Encroached amongst The vast porticos Of acquiescent mind. Swoons Unto a time When dream's arousal Swayed with the insatiable To Love's drinking in The immensity of a gentle sky
For there were no anguished winds then
And a voluptuous calm,
Transcending along The night's velvet shade, Would impose upon the universe A beautiful portrait. · ¹ · ¹ · ¹ · ¹ · ¹ ·
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