Love with the mystery and the melody.

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 He, observing the various flowers around them:

Violets and anemones

The surrendered hours

Pour, as handsels, round the knees

Of the Spring, who to the breeze

Flings her myriad flowers.

Like to coins the sumptuous day

Strews with blossoms golden

Every furlong of his way,—

Like a Sultan gone to pray

At a Kaaba olden.

And the night, with spark on spark,

Clad in dim attire,

Dots with Stars the haloed dark,—

As a priest around the Ark

Lights his lamps of fire.

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These are but the cosmic strings

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