At day's finish in the moon-shire,
Riding on a current of lunar light,
Within Your proximity I arrived,
At the end of daytime.
There's not any sun-affliction–
Haughty eye or satiated notion–
On getting You, hey the Face Auspicious,
Upon the mental sky.
The southern wind and floral pollen–
All affection poured, they permitted–
This budding attraction is tie-bereft,
With language in style bright.
High or low, small or large–
Dusty earth or a utopia–
Gain or loss, slight or mammoth,
They float at the four sides.
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Though I have only heard Your name, You're my sole Desideratum.
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