I think I know how the world works
Crowding in beauty her silken net,
Swept the street each dim starlight lurks, 
Love is the thread that ties us to set
All of us that go beyond
Moulder with the ages like a tall,
Flowery sweet pictures of the old pond, 
Crown the summit of the altar wall.
The world is an illusion or we are an imagination 
Twirled in the wave of an open hand Find to find her only temptation,
The golden hues of the Northern land!
Trembling with wonder, by Thy design, 
Into the waterless ice, I lay,
Lean down a river, a child of thine,
Flag of Freedom to the downward way!
I am still in love with my world 

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