Beyond the shadows of crest covered hill,
Betwixt the spring and path.
I wondered lonely contemplating my will,
Knowing not myself by half.
There in the midst an opening cleared,
Among the violets in bloom.
I sat a spell and longingly peered,
Gently upon the clear flume.
In that moment of subtle reflection,
I pondered deeply my core.
Shadows broke into sunlight perfection,
And I knew myself all the more.
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