Was it only a dream I loved?

Illumined by the principle
That chose my consecration
It extends a salutation.

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  These nymphs I would perpetuate.
  

  Was it a dream I loved?
  

  All alone I gave
  Myself for triumph the ideal sin of roses.
  

  Our blood, aflame for her who will take it,
  Flows for all the eternal swarm of desire.
  • These nymphs I would perpetuate.
    So clear