September 13, 2014
Hanging there in your ethereal dress White against the stellar blue of space Poet's muse and lover's last lament When haunted by the beauty of a face; Has man defiled you with his heavy feet Trampling boldly on your sacred dust To learn the secrets you have hidden well In his insatiable conquering lust. And yet who can defile your mystic spell The reflection of your enigmatic smile Waxing, waning through the solar years Bear with us impatient men awhile For soon a new-born sun will grace our days And lover and beloved will sing your praise.
Poems Undated (1727)
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