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I endure
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Hyacinth garden In the bewitching night
not wax of burning candle
more or less fragrant darkness
this thing from your ascended heart
still she was with violets
borne the flower of ecstasy
her fragrance blossoms
the smooth lover
she might not discern
in my garden I endure
not much is known
I was perceived embodied
only my words
deepest yearnings
I am empty now obscure
My mislaid brininess
on the rolling roar of the sea
