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Love is born as the day over the floods, rising in tides of light, / Quenching glitter of stars, gloom of the woods, flowing / into the night.
Out of delicate dreams, out of a sleep, Love awakens, his eyes / Filled with marvellous light as from the deep wells in the / wakened skies.
Glad is he of the earth, glad of the gems morning strews / on the lawn, / Trembling on every flower bright diadems: Love, Love too is a dawn!
Ah! but not with a peace, not with a light, cometh he always down / Like a swallow in swift beautiful flight! Nay, as swimmers who drown / Those who strive with his strength: even as fire fallen / out of the skies, / Even as lightning hurled, so his desire, bright, and / blending the eyes.
Glittering through the storm cometh he then, rending all / in his path, / Thus the implacable lord, master of men, smites his foes / in his wrath.