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I am besotted by Love’s beauty,
The spoken Word in people’s hearts,
The aching beauty of the land,
The imagery of light bent in an arc.
And what is held in these curves of light,
Oh, we are just beginning to perceive;
This earth like the stamen of a scented flower,
Its pollen gently brushed against our sleeve.
What wonders we are near [...]