One entered, finally
Favoured, as he was
Under friendship's guise, by
Love's guide, if severe
This brightest of lit space:
Life's romantic sphere.
And found, together with
Its non-violin's screech
Connoisseur's ambience
Hung, for all tastes, right
That, after all, in truth
Was only plain light!
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