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Rosa Inferni
…he red Raving round you like a glory shed Upon the excellent wonder of your head ; The blue all massed within your marvellous eyes ; The gold a curtain of their harmonies As in a master canvas of de Ryn ; But ever central glowed the royal sun, A miracle cartouche upon the edge Of the opalescent waters slantwise seen. This oval sealed with grave magnificence Stamped you my queen. Thus looked your lips to one Who stood a casual on lifes slippery ledge, A blind bat hanging from the tree of sense 3 O
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