All dark nights
And endless searches
Now are ended
At last, I have found her
The Queen of All My Dreaming
That Source of All My Longing
She has a name
A face
A voice
Now all that is left to do
Is but to win her
But that
That is the hardest part
Indeed
An Avernian ascent
A thousand if’s appear
And of these if’s
I have no power
All that lies within Her
The True
The Pure
The One
And if she scorns me?
I will have been weighed in the scales
And found wanting
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