The Awaking
The silent great heart of the earth from the dream of deep death is awaking;
Her budding breast yields to the love of the life-giving spirit, undying,
Who bends to enfold her fair beauty, from slumber's white robes warmly breaking;
Her eyelids unclose, and her tresses are stirred by the breath of her sighing.
Her budding breast yields to the love of the life-giving spirit, undying,
Who bends to enfold her fair beauty, from slumber's white robes warmly breaking;
Her eyelids unclose, and her tresses are stirred by the breath of her sighing.
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