| Beautiful, oh web of stars
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| That looms amid the sons of Earth
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| Enfolds me in thine sylvan arms
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| That unity’s vehement charms
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| Befalls a weary son of earth
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| Beautiful, in tears bereaved
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| In sylphlike sadness, left to bleed
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| Bewailed upon a bed of thorns,
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| Impaled, a heart, on sorrow’s horns
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| A seeker’s ode to thee I read
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| My tearful soul thy mourning heed
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| The stream that leaves thine open wounds;
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| A life-blood licked by hungry hounds
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| No verdant balm to soothe our wounds
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| Wherefore betwixt two worlds I’m torn
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| Ere thralled by sin I’ll die — Forlorn
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| This slumbering world of shallow fools
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| May one day clasp the cosmic Hell
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| Lest journeymen by earthen rules
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| Bring forth the truth for which angels fell
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| To the earth and sky and sea
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| I call that thou may answer me;
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| Father of nature, of beast and mankind,
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| My soul for thy love, my tears for thy pain
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| …An eden in fire, |