From whence this sweetness came,
I do not know.
But sweetness be!
Such felicity!
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From whence this sweetness came,
I cannot say.
But ’round your eye
The rain doves fly
And pluck Spring’s lyre’s strings
and sing so heavenly.
From whence this sweetness came–
from what moonbeam or sunbeam,
blushed two children,
conjoined, born dancing,
hand in curious hand,
around the hollyhocks play–
from whence this sweetness came,
I cannot say.