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When you were born, my dear, when you were born, / A glorious Voice came singing from the sun, / An Ariel with roses of the morn, / And through the vales of Arcady danced one / All golden as the corn.
These were the happy couriers of God, / Bearing your gifts: a magic all your own, / And Beauty with her tall divining rod; / While tiny star-smiths, bending to your throne, / Your feet with summer shod.
Into my heart, my dear, you flashed your way, / Your rosy, golden way: a fairy horn / Proclaimed you dancing light and roundelay; -- / I thank my generous Fates that you were born / One lofty joyous day.