LupercaliaLupercalia

You are the light of morning, moonlight of

The night, the universe of stars beyond, the sound

Of birdsong of my walking out and back

Again, the roaring fireplace of my home,

My heartsease, lily of my valley, hope

Of dawn, and peace and joy of eventide,

The light of life and hope of life to come.

 

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