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MY BED.
Mingled of dew and dreams and rosesWith all delightful scents,
And married to delicious poses
While broad as continents;
Wrapt round with sweetest maiden kisses
Like music to the ears,
And on the edge of soft abysses
That tremble into tears;
O'erarched by whatso'er is good
And calm and exquisite,
The tender warmth of womanhood
And patience infinite;
Lapt in the love that dwells for ever
In faithful hearts and wise,
The bloom of beauty and endeavour
Up to the starry skies;
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And yet with morning rays,
The best of earth, the most of heaven,
And summer nights and days;
Based firm on an eternal seat,
A lotus land of rest,
And swaying to the Kosmic beat
As on a mother's breast.
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