4 (she is near to my)


SHE IS NEAR TO my heart as the meadow-flower to the earth; she is sweet to me as sleep is to tired limbs. My love for her is my life flowing in its fullness, like a river in autumn flood, running with serene abandonment.

My songs are one with my love, like the murmur of a stream, that sings with all its waves and currents.

 

 

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