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Across a soft black rug that stretched along my bed Woven of the yams of Night into a shadowed gossamer dress You came my Love, and poured a cup of red, The bitter wine of your caress You pierced and penetrated like a light’s feeble wave, You burned within my nerves as the cold touch of death, And buried in your arms as in a cold live grave, I awoke fatigued with the burden of your breath.

I measured the gulf of seconds with many years’ hasty flight, The vanished scent of Springs, poured into the seconds’ spheres Through the curtain of our dreams dawned eternity’s faint light Like the break of a new day appears. To the Secret’s distant poles, silently together we went Where in the rays and facets of sparkling chandeliers Played the Eternal’s miracle, where the darkened heavens bent As if set with flames of sapphires and burning tears.