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Once in a dream I saw the flowers / That bud and bloom in Paradise; / More fair they are than waking eyes / Have seen in all this world of ours. / And faint the perfume-bearing rose, / And faint the lily on its stem, / And faint the perfect violet / Compared with them.
I heard the songs of Paradise: / Each bird sat singing in his place; / A tender song so full of grace / It soared like incense to the skies. / Each bird sat singing to his mate / Soft-cooing notes among the trees: / The nightingale herself were cold / To such as these.