 | The Legend of St. Loy |  |
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There is a flower in Ocean's caves,
'Tis sweeter than any of ours,
It blossoms unseen beneath the waves,
In the Mermaid's inscrutable bowers —
'Tis sweeter than any of ours,
It blossoms unseen beneath the waves,
In the Mermaid's inscrutable bowers —
The sun of our heaven never shone on its hues;
But it in its coral bed is tended
By spirits that no one hears or views,
Though of light and music blended —
But it in its coral bed is tended
By spirits that no one hears or views,
Though of light and music blended —
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There is a love which is like that flower;
It dwells in the silent bosom;
It never was blessed by thy smile any hour,
Yet never hath ceased to blossom.
It dwells in the silent bosom;
It never was blessed by thy smile any hour,
Yet never hath ceased to blossom.
Of Beauty 'twas born — by Mind is it nourished,
That made to itself that vision divine; —
With the invisible thoughts of the heart it hath flourished,
Its sisters and shadows — its cradle and shrine.
That made to itself that vision divine; —
With the invisible thoughts of the heart it hath flourished,
Its sisters and shadows — its cradle and shrine.
The flower of Ocean is blessed where it bloometh,
Nor pines for the day-star it never may see;
But the love of my bosom its altar consumeth,
For the form of the vision it worships in thee!
Nor pines for the day-star it never may see;
But the love of my bosom its altar consumeth,
For the form of the vision it worships in thee!
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