To surround me in dance, the world now conspires
On butterfly wings, it would make me an angel
Place blooms in my hands, in my eyes kindles fires
But no means can it find, my faith to unravel
I have walked on this road of joy and suffering
By which I came to the soul's own rich bounties
The home of the heart, whose ideal is changing
Because the heart knows it - the beauty of beauties
As I loved once, still to love I continue
The same form, that once I so madly pursued
The same soul for whom my affection was real
Both too in spirit, white and holy as one
In loving so I have eternal become
Through my faith in this, my eternal ideal
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