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DESOLATION comes
To the country of the spirit,
When the sun of lust
Has sucked up the springs of love,
And shrivelled the grass of virtue—
Springs, that are the fountain of life,
Grass that covers its nakedness.
Desolation comes,
And the guiding peak of conscience
Suffers slow erosion
And finally crumbles and disappears,
Like sand blown into the sea
By winds of the desert.
To the country of the spirit,
When the sun of lust
Has sucked up the springs of love,
And shrivelled the grass of virtue—
Springs, that are the fountain of life,
Grass that covers its nakedness.
Desolation comes,
And the guiding peak of conscience
Suffers slow erosion
And finally crumbles and disappears,
Like sand blown into the sea
By winds of the desert.
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