Spring

Maidens of Spring

A dripping of dew
Wraps waking maidens
Blushing in the dawn;
They meet him with a kiss–
Father Ra,
Aroused from foreign lands,
Ascends in whispers
(Grow, grow, grow!)
Stirring daughters,
Full flushed in youth
Fair faces raised aloft
Toward eternal blue.

.ellemmdee.

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