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Herrera y Reissig: El Jardin de Platon

A hush fell over all. The crystal trill
of the belfry vanished &, in resume
of that single great sorrow, Light
dreamed in the still of the chief plinth.

With a sigh before the royal West,
we close the book of poetry;
& your silences have now woven in my mood
a divine bouquet.

In rapture your eyes of wells;
we watched eternal lamps
as at the touch of fleeting sparks

we join, encompassing a shout,
&, O candid wonder, in this hug
it showed us the embrace of the Infinite.

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