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O LULL me, lull me, charming air!
My senses rock with wonder sweet:
Down let him lie
And change his soul for harmony!
But plucked and strained through ruder hands,
SEARCH AFTER GOD.
No more her sweetness with her dwells, I SOUGHT thee round about, O thou my But scent and beauty both are gone, And leaves fall from her, one by one.
In thine abode.
I said unto the earth, "Speak, art thou he?"
She answered me,
"I am not.'
That none amongst them challenged such