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I had a walk through her majesty,- I walked through fascinations For ages. White peaks foaming wine quenched athirst me. Deep down the dense wild valley Flowed a tribune-I bathed my senses. For her necklace it was Nature itself, For her girdle-ring it was Nature itself As exposed as Nature could be. A heart so passionate And lively compassionate Reason was her mantle ornate. Elfin smile and lucid looks on her It were elegance and mischief together. I saw Hermits and angels competing earnestly, I saw Monks in caves In desperate meditation for the artifact,- She was creator’s every single luxurious imagination.