A holy dart sears the nymph queen's brow
Trance wings its kiss; light gilds her womb
to bear Christ's root of grace for souls.
An angel babe soars; crowns drift in air
and seal His reign that mystic birds crave.
As magic woods twirl a cherub host plays
Three old priests bless their Lord with chants
Glass fonts brim scent; buds form high robes.
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