Lay the maiden’s flowers on the road
Her toes gliding along with her silk
The fiery rubies and cardinals warble
Swans in saltation, her sanctuaries tilt
Rest unfold here, maiden, with your light
Old peaceful stars that had grown deep
Let them eat your lonely fate and time
As you sink with the flowers beneath
Let your hair be your life and stillness
And your silk be your coffin and chamber
Let the lake sink beneath with you
And wrap your hands with its leather
Oh maiden be! This time, a holy saint
Hidden throughout the autumn year
Where black silk and flowers die alive
With the lake and its Godly sheer.
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