Unto the floral face, 
Carven in ancient grace 
Of Gods or Greeks, 
The whole sky’s way gives place : 
Open the walls of space, 
And silence speaks. 
See !  I am floating far 
Beyond space and sun and star, 
As drifts a nenuphar 
Down lilied creeks. 
 
 
Beyond the heavens I see 
The pale embroidery 
Of some wan child 
Waster by earth and sea, 
Whose kisses were too free, 
Too swift and wild ; 
A Maenad’s floating tress 
Lost in the wilderness 
Of death’s or my caress, 
Discrowned, defiled. 
 
 
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