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THE moon is now an opening flower The sky a

THE moon is now an opening flower
The sky a cliff of blue.
The moon is now a silver rose
Her pollen is the dew.

Her pollen is the mist that swings
Across her face of dreams
Her pollen is the April rain
Filling the April streams.

Her pollen is eternal life
Endless ambrosial foam.
It feeds the swarming stars and fills
Their hearts with honeycomb.

The earth is but a passion flower
With blood upon his crown.
And what shall fill his failing veins
And lift his head bowed down?

This cup of peace this silver rose
Bending with fairy breath
Shall lift that passion flower the earth
A million times from Death!
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