In Joy

What magic is this? From whence comes this joy?

A pot of honey holds the meade,

The taste of dandelion nectar;

A golden day spent in gathering.

 

A pot of honey holds the meade,

Joyous shouts of glee await libation,

A golden day spent in gathering

Blossoms, dancing in greening grasses.

 

Joyous shouts of glee await libation,

The taste of dandelion nectar

Blossoms, dancing in greening grasses;

What magic is this? From whence comes this joy?

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