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Sweet white mother of rose-white dreams, / Through my windows the song of birds pours in / And the sunlight on to my table streams.
As a clear globe prisons the golden light, / So I prison the dreams you shed on me, / Sweet white mother of dreams rose-white.
In a crystal globe I prison all things: / Sound is frozen to silence there; / Cover me over with wide white wings, / Prison my life in thy crystal sphere, / As a clear globe prisons the golden light, / Sweet white mother of dreams rose-white.