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What comes from Love but the world entire
What comes from Love but the world entire. From razored winds, meter.What comes from Love but the world entire. From razored winds, meter. From turn, scales. The buds of May unfold summer’s choir— All shoot and spice, till croaks turn to gales. To pin Beauty to find the music’s source Is to play at rouge to parrot bright youth: Adjusting Harmony begets just coarse, Crystal flesh, wakes desire and cold Truth. In Love’s arena does Beauty’s Song ring: It takes the reflection of its rhymer For compass in the Other’s eye, to sing Of Amaranthine, the untold Planter.KnightlyScribe1 min read