Love stole in to a fair child dreaming
’Mid birds and butterflies—
He kissed her innocent eyes.
He held his cruse o’er her bright head gleaming;
The wine and oil to her feet went streaming;
And the child was a woman wise.
Love crept in to a woman gazing,
Who saw, with eyes of pain,
A garden wet with rain.
Her faded face with his right hand raising,
He wrapped her in rainbow vesture blazing;
And the woman was young again.
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