Ecstasy
Not less than this, beloved,
This beaming, highmost ray
That sweeps in royal splendor
Across our perfect day.
Not less than this,—far rather
That we should say “adieu,”
With every rose in Eden
Abloom for me and you.
This beaming, highmost ray
That sweeps in royal splendor
Across our perfect day.
Not less than this,—far rather
That we should say “adieu,”
With every rose in Eden
Abloom for me and you.
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