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THE TWO FLOWERS.
“Learn by a mortal longing to ascend
Towards a higher love.”
Towards a higher love.”
There's a cleft high up on the bare hillside
That looks like a fairy bower;
The prospect is fair and far and wide,
And the fairy is a flower.
—Why do you nod, little one, up there
At your watch-tower window so high?—
I like to feel the caressing air,
And I love to be near the sky!
That looks like a fairy bower;
The prospect is fair and far and wide,
And the fairy is a flower.
—Why do you nod, little one, up there
At your watch-tower window so high?—
I like to feel the caressing air,
And I love to be near the sky!
There's a mossy cell in a sunken vale
In the depths of a forest dim
Where a tiny flower is hiding pale,
Her eyes with tears o'erswim.
—Why do you shrink, little one, down there
In your sunless nunnerie?—
I fear he will kiss me, the wandering air,
And the big sky frightens me!
In the depths of a forest dim
Where a tiny flower is hiding pale,
Her eyes with tears o'erswim.
—Why do you shrink, little one, down there
In your sunless nunnerie?—
I fear he will kiss me, the wandering air,
And the big sky frightens me!
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