Getting hope had I come
On a light-dripping morn
In the song of a blue lotus.[1]
At the time, blowing was a southern wind
With heady-coated beckon.
There had been no riches mine;
Impoverished had been the partridge of mind.
Drunken I had been; just slumber-driven desires
Upon eyes had been drawn.
Toward You to set my eyes,
Suddenly, through Your light,
Psyche's bumblebee, overwhelmed, did arise
With a scant, sweet realization.
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I had been submerged; You drew me up.
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