Homage

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Homage

Elvira, by love’s grace

There goeth before you

A clear radiance

Which maketh all vain souls

Candles when noon is.

The loud clangour of pretenders

Melteth before you

Like the roll of carts passing,

But you come silently

And homage is given.

Now the little by-path

Which leadeth to love

Is again joyful with its many;

And the great highway

From love

Is without passers.