And seeing you, the daffodilsSaid to the lilies: "This is spring."The lilies murmured: "She fulfilsSummer's eternal blossoming."
And hearing you, a nightingaleAverred: "The song I now shall singWill curse the silences that failTo herald your awakening."
You came to me, I shut my eyes,Begging that God might give me graceBlindly to see the paradiseHe had confided to your face.
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