Amid The Florid Multitude Her Face
Amid the florid multitude her faceWas like the full moon seen behind the laceOf orchard boughs where clouded blossoms partWhen Spring shines in the world and in the heart.As the full-moon-beams to the ferny floorOf summer woods through flower and foliage pour,So to my being's innermost recessFlooded...
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