117 (when i rose from my)

WHEN I ROSE from my sleep

I found a basket of oranges at my feet,

my mind wondered who could be the

giver of such a gift;

my guesses flew from one name to another

but sweet names were abandoned

like flowers in the Spring,

and all varied names combined

to make this gift a perfect one.

 

 

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