My Love, let me endlessly count the stars
That so adorn the cloak of that Beauty
Lacking which all we know for beauty mars
Itself in despair. When winds blow, let me
Hear it soft-whisper this secret of ours
That gives strength to the lame, makes the blind see.
Love, let me be lost within You
So long as You may be found within me.
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