As
julias gild woods; pink roses strew gowns
the
spiders drape paths with silver and lace.
Wings
twang moist air; a magic song thrums
two
svelte beaks seal their pledge of love.
God's
birth star whirls; it wreathes the blest
a
friar saint kneels; his cross brims gifts.
Those
lofty birds hush; the holy queen chants
a
dozing sun beams her rubies and jade
that
grey silk groom dons robes of lords.
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