Let us sing of our beloved, let us sing of that which is sweetest
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Let us sing of our beloved, let us sing of that which is sweetest:
For the sweetest is that desire & desires are the fathers of song.
And Song like the conquering Sun, the great Eagle of light,
Maketh the heavens its own, & soars o'er the dusts of the desert;
Earth in its beam is all gold, and blushes, the wealth of love,
The wonder of men, the last which the hand of Creation
Left upon Beauty's cheek ere leaving Beauty perfect
Blushes awake to it—
Is there a drouth over Earth, lo, song
Shall leap like lightening out of the murky heat
And bring from the eyes of men streams of rejoicing tears.
Song can bring clouds into the hearts of men & arouse thunder in their bosoms.
Let us sing of our beloved, let us sing of that which is sweetest:
For the sweetest is that desire & desires are the fathers of song.
And Song like the conquering Sun, the great Eagle of light,
Maketh the heavens its own, & soars o'er the dusts of the desert;
Earth in its beam is all gold, and blushes, the wealth of love,
The wonder of men, the last which the hand of Creation
Left upon Beauty's cheek ere leaving Beauty perfect
Blushes awake to it—
Is there a drouth over Earth, lo, song
Shall leap like lightening out of the murky heat
And bring from the eyes of men streams of rejoicing tears.
Song can bring clouds into the hearts of men & arouse thunder in their bosoms.
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