He is closed to my heart as the meadow-flower to the earth;
he is fresh to me as morning dews on the grass.
My love for him is my life flowing in its fullness, like a river in the autumn flood,
flowing with unruffled abandonment .
My songs are one with my love, like the murmur of the brook,
that sings with all its waves ,current and motion.
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