When we first practice to conceive
What a web of wonder we unweave
The mind admits one angel in
Two demons try to denigrate
Love takes its start in sin
But the question stays unsatisfied
Which of three beauties will win
The beauty of power
The beauty of bliss
Or that thing of an hour
If left to one I chose
The opening and the closing
Of this blue morning flower
Almost too much to take in
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