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THEME/S
She danced, a mournful wave below the dusk;
But with her human grief mingled a voice
Of universal sorrow, one great rose
Of light dissolving through the windy gloom
To a giant reverie upon the surge
And fall of her song-heart. Plumbless, she grew
In symbol-prayer the whole earth's futile beauty—
But so unbearable deep-churning a prayer
That, in strange answer to its aching wideness,
Out of her spirit's sea a rapture swayed
Into her body and for one poise-moment
All her enchanted shape was Aphrodite!...
Mortal again, she trembled; yet those limbs
Left the bare spaces perfumed with life's goal.
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