I am a follower of the bliss embodiment,
He gives me everyday an eternal scent.
I meditate Him chanting a divine mantra,
You can't understand easily–it's a tantra.
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.