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Tears Breathed in Her Heart Still
Tears breathed in her heart still by the moonlit sea
the sleeping pulse of His Word
born free
maiden of a moon rising heart wept she
He who the air blew
the pulse of His Love shone free and flowered
her eyes rose in the night’s dew
He sang her bones and fleshed she-Rose cast was His Joy in her wined lungs she who now spellbound molds a leaf
to carve her house of leaves, fir and cedar as pure as gold
3⁄4 Dwelleth 3⁄4
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