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ArtistHidden where the rose-flush drinks the rayless planet, Fountain-full he pours the spraying fountain-showers. Let me hear her laughter, I would have her ever Cool as dew in twilight, the lark above the flowers.
A serene woman in a flowing gown reaches towards a pink rose, water cascading from her hand into a fountain. Surrounded by lush greenery and blooming roses under a glowing moonlight.