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Que tes mains soient bénies, car elles sont impures. 2em The shining of your golden eyes I bless! That broke my dark delirium with light.

The smile that wavers on your lips I bless! It kindled me like wine, it rent my night.

The poison in your kisses hid, I bless! All thoughts, all dreams are poisoned by your kiss.

The scythe that sings in your embrace I bless! All my past years you have mown down with this.

The fire of your awful love I bless! I wrapped its flame about me joyfully.

The darkness of your spirit, lo, I bless! For that its wings were outstretched over me.

Blessed all you gave, blessed what your soul denies: I bless you for the grief, the dread, the pain;

That after you I strove toward Paradise; That here without its gates, I stand in vain.