Out of the silence of the misty world, Beneath the rippled bosom of the lake, With every snow-tinged petal dew-empearled, The lilies by the sun are kissed awake. Up from the shadowy depths on slender stem, Each virgin blossom climbs into the light, Deeming it heaven—this, the sphere of men— After the prison of the watery night.
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