On an aërial couch lying,

Adorned in kiss-woven garments of nudity

Our spirits garlanded with myriad embraces,

Borne on passion's flaming wings

Cross this ocean of parting

Unto that far island of Cythera

Where only love reigns

In eternal majesty.

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HENRIK IBSEN

Lone as the lone north star,

Stern as the rocks that guard the sanctity of his home,

Pure as the white snow of his land,

And beauteous his visions like the fjords

At each turn of the mariner's helm.

The lofty glaciers engage his eyes,

As life's height the sight of his mind;

And his Imagination, expansive as the sea,

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