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Nature before your mind present, Subdue this world of hue and scent.

Of selfhood you appear bereft, To find the thing lost go on quest.

The stars do shine in boundless space, Desire to get this lofty place.

Disrobed the houris of your mead, The rose and tulip darning need.

Of urge, though Nature not deplete, Yet where it fails you must complete.