When she alone drinks silver gray glowing Clouds, sky, stars in silhouettes of mountains, In sweet pure solitude, her joy brimming Over the chalice with wine from fountains
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In sweet pure solitude, his joy brimming
Over the chalice with wine from fountains
Of fancy and words of all creation,
She thinks she can walk these hours with shadows. very poetic my dear poet. thank u very much. tony
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In sweet pure solitude, his joy brimming Over the chalice with wine from fountains Of fancy and words of all creation, She thinks she can walk these hours with shadows. very poetic my dear poet. thank u very much. tony