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HER DREAM OF LOSS.
In a dark cavern is a frail flower sown,
The orphan of a beam
In some fair garden of the Sun. Alone,
In darkness and in dream,
The orphan of a beam
In some fair garden of the Sun. Alone,
In darkness and in dream,
It grows and gropes for the far light above,
Whose sweet tradition old
Haunts its pure-lifted face. An imaged dove
Nestling, its wings doth fold
Whose sweet tradition old
Haunts its pure-lifted face. An imaged dove
Nestling, its wings doth fold
In the blind flower's white core. ... My heart I know
That sunless flower to be.
Oh! dear lost face, Earth's cavern far below
Prisons my love for thee!
That sunless flower to be.
Oh! dear lost face, Earth's cavern far below
Prisons my love for thee!
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