Enough of peace, herein
Which sensitivity
Vibrates for it, within
Soul's sound-reaches fill!
Beauty's self attuned to!
Beyond what for each
Of its fount's, far chime's true
Mouthpiece does instil.
Heart knows, exquisite-wrought
Through these garden scents
Who is, on waves of Thought
Traced for it back still!
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