Now sing, O Muse, the first of sacred bonds,
When Heaven bent to kiss the waiting Earth,
When star-crowned lord met mountain-mantled queen
In love's first dance through time's unfolding halls.
Mark well this pattern of divine embrace,
For all unions hence will echo still
This primal joining of above and below.See how he spreads his star-emblazoned cloak
Across…
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