Sun-sprig, light-stalk,
love's own lithe limb;
Fire-keeper and fury-quell,
milk-river purl,
curve-song complete;
Flower-font mellifluous, repository,
seed-bed waked and willing;
Wonder-guide, slaking freshet,
Grace's fine first taste
for every babe that was ever got;
Beacon in confused fogs,
in Winter sleet, sweet warmth
more marrow and less cloying
than all nutmegged, rummy nogs.
Fever-calm and spasm-stop
rests in your very fingers' tips
which pluck melodious that iron string,
smooth all knurls, unwind each knot.
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