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Nov 2016
Oh yield to me like water love
I would not know a deeper pleasure
Ebb like a stream through my mind my love
And sit self-poised in my dreams at leisure

Would angels reveal their gleaming souls
They’d be burnished bright and gold like yours
Our love’s the furnace of infinity
From its rift the grace and gifts outpour
Megan Sherman
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