Slivers of silver and gold light
Float softly in the dappled air;
Trees and grass and even shadows
Sway gently, in one accord;
Sweet honeysuckle and sultry jasmine
Lace the breeze like lovers' breath;
Morning to Noon, Twilight to Rest;
All who stop by bow their heads,
Paying Tribute, and Honor,
To the one who is Crowned.
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