O what magic shall compare Of the fresh earth or bright air To the joy that love around My full heart so swift has wound, Far beyond hope`s trembling flight Back recoiling in delight. Swifter than the lime that weaves Out of radiant sudden leaves `Twixt enchanting night and night Her green tent of fragrant light, Joy with bloom arrays me sweet, Spring within a day complete.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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