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My words that once were virtuous and expressed / Nearly enough the mortal joys I knew, / Now that I sit to supper with the blest
Come haltingly, are very poor and few. Whereof you speak and wherefore the bright walls
Resound with silver mirth I am aware, / But I am faint beneath the coronals
Of living vines you set upon my hair. Angelic friends that stand with pointed wings
Sweetly demanding, in what dulcet tone, / How fare I in this heaven of happy things,- I cannot lift my words against your own. Forgive the downcast look, the lyre unstrung;
Breathing your presence, I forget your tongue.