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THE BLIND GODDESS.
Long and lush the grasses, summer-sweet the hay
Where my Goddess passes on her destined way,
Kindly, blindly, with the world at play.
In the grateful shadows of the clouds, that shed
Pearls about the meadows, is her happy tread,
Dancing, glancing lightly overhead.
O her garments rustle, in the winds that sweep
With a pretty bustle from the lands of sleep,
Walking, talking old enchantments deep.
In the murmur rising out of gorse and ling,
Where a-moralizing bees are on the wing
Madly, gladly, hear her bosom sing.
Where my Goddess passes on her destined way,
Kindly, blindly, with the world at play.
In the grateful shadows of the clouds, that shed
Pearls about the meadows, is her happy tread,
Dancing, glancing lightly overhead.
O her garments rustle, in the winds that sweep
With a pretty bustle from the lands of sleep,
Walking, talking old enchantments deep.
In the murmur rising out of gorse and ling,
Where a-moralizing bees are on the wing
Madly, gladly, hear her bosom sing.
Blackbirds in the hedges conquered by her charm
Peeping from the edges perch upon her arm,
Wary, chary, but not in alarm.
Yellow-breast and sparrow come to her who feeds,
Daisy and rest-harrow know not they are weeds,
Clasping, grasping her immortal seeds.
Stone and lady's bedstraw feel and find her much,
Withered leaf and dead straw may not linger such,
Hoping, groping for that heavenly touch.
Crystal water glasses her all-conquering eyes,
As the Goddess passes to her native skies,
Weaving, leaving open mysteries.
Peeping from the edges perch upon her arm,
Wary, chary, but not in alarm.
Yellow-breast and sparrow come to her who feeds,
Daisy and rest-harrow know not they are weeds,
Clasping, grasping her immortal seeds.
Stone and lady's bedstraw feel and find her much,
Withered leaf and dead straw may not linger such,
Hoping, groping for that heavenly touch.
Crystal water glasses her all-conquering eyes,
As the Goddess passes to her native skies,
Weaving, leaving open mysteries.
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