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Pearly mornings laid by ancient hands
gentle caress o'er summer dry lands,
weaving and sliding o'er valley and wood
preceding vain autumn's golden flood.
Whispering a million secret tales of yore
gospels drawn from Nature's store,
ancient tattle the Hermits told
to passing Knights in silver and gold.
Cometh the wizard of seasonal worth
unveiling high beauty across the earth,
riven the coveted chalice flows
a wondrous, mystical mushroom grows.
and fabled dragons fly again
anointing with purifying flame,
and goblins and fairies scour the land
for the long lost maid of the fairest hand.
