Goethe, Shakuntala
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Goethe, Shakuntala,
Your Shakuntala
Which you felt,
Felt it for
Classically romantic,
An ashramite maiden
Reared by foster parents
Growing as a dream flower
So chaste and sacrosanct
In the midst of nature
But Cupid leaving her not behind
And fate running it otherwise,
But the marriage ring disclosing the secret.
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