The Secret Splendour

In her virginity there is no pain

Of solitude: she is the single-hearted

Heaven and earth, within whose love-arcane

Eternity and time have never parted.

No self-control aches voidly through her gaze.

Around her spirit, clay has put no bars:

 Her body's gloom is but a midnight space

Unfolding calm infinitudes of stars.

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