On the lawn of Privation and dolour,
Where the sun of hope defilades shortly,
Thy sudden presence like an April shower,
Like the dance of a newborn bud in breeze,
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On the lawn of Privation and dolour, Where the sun of hope defilades shortly, Thy sudden presence like an April shower...
Thou art in this lone soul of life and love, My own creation, the projected self. Thou art the Omega portion of my soul.
Thou art in this lone soul of life and love, My own creation, the projected self. Thou art the Omega portion of my soul.