This night, midst of this grove brightens the flower that should win you,
Arcadia. A lamp (flower of night) this rose feigns, she grows yet from her
joyous name: rose, Arcadia. Forth spring, rose, your Arcadia is in soil.
Arcadia was one rose, she was awhile in the Fate the Heavens can lavish
after ages of Iron.
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