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A Feast of Lanterns ยท 1 passage
Prone beside the western stream, In the lilied dusk I dream; And mocking me the wind of spring Such medley of perfume doth bring, I cannot tell what fragrance blows, Nor guess the lotus from the rose.
Source: Internet Sacred Text Archive, file cfu/fol/fol63.htm.
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