Struck was I by light She shone to my mind’s darkness; Show’d me thus my light.
Above your mantle, Calm and harmonious Orbs maintain ordered Universe. By chance One day, you change the frame and Find raucous chaos. (The double sided
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For years have I borneThis sword, to surrender itWould permit the years To accumulate,Would then I die. But now wouldI lay it down at Your
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