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THE ASSUMPTION OF OUR BLESSED LADY
Thee thine Apostle-Son entombs:Earth busies with her shoots,
And violet-roots;
The monument she climbeth over
With berberis and clover—
Lovely thou liest in thy grotto-glooms;
Till an Annunciation comes to thee.
Thou knowest not how this may be ...
Glorious as on spread eagle-plumes
Thou risest to the Trinity.
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