Like a red lily in the meadow grasses,
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Swayed by the wind and burning in the sunlight,
I saw you where the city chokes with traffic
Bearing among the passers-by your beauty,
Unsullied, wild, and delicate as a flower.
And then I knew past doubt or peradventure
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Our loved and mighty Eleusinian mother
Had taken thought of me for her pure worship,
And of her favour had assigned my comrade
For the Great Mysteries,—knew I should find you
When the dusk murmured with its new-made lovers,
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And we be no more foolish but wise children
And well content partake of joy together,
As she ordains and human hearts desire.