Where bright immortal people are;

Their portals frame no guiding star

That follow their footsteps as they dance

Of flower-like song and dalliance.

There happy birds for ever sing,

Through branches of eternal spring;

And blue-winged words and rose-bloomed kisses

Shake on a lake of dainty blisses.

Save of a shining gracious flow,

For calm desire there they know,

They scorn all fiercer lusts and quarrels,

Nor burn with love, nor rust with morals.

Burning with lusts my senses are,

Be to my heart a guiding star

With eyes that charm and lips that sing,

Shed on my heart your endless spring!

Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.

Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.

Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.

Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.

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