The light came,

Like a presence

Dispelling mist and cloud:

Even the mountain

Could not hide it.

My eyes beheld all clear,

And in the roseate glow,

Like a diamond,

Hung the morning star.

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 Guests

There was emptiness

When the birds left in the fall.

But to fill it came late butterflies,

Dawdling flocks of brilliant things

In clouds of scintillating beauty,

Covering every bush and flower.

As silently as they came did they disappear

And in their place came the music

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