WHEN long, long dreams
stridently strolled
within a meadow-briar
soul-Sole waking
came upon a brightly
-bright speck of Golden
little lighting spot!
And thumbFinger gently
raised it toward
sky and evening stars!
And so, little spot
now the light of all
the worlds; so the sun!
And we choose our love;
some pebbles others
shadows and sometime
a great Light that brightly
burns warming Souls!
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