Hymn
To the too-dear, to the too-beautiful, who fills my heart with clarity, to the angel, to the immortal idol, All hail, in immortality! She flows through my reality, air, mixed with the salt sea-swell: into my souls ecstasy, pours the essence of the eternal; Ever-fresh sachet, that scents the dear corners atmospheric light, hidden smoke, of the burning censer, in the secret paths of night. How, incorruptible love, to express your endless verities? Grain of musk, unseen, above, in the depths of my infinities! To the too-dear, to the too-beautiful, who is my joy and sanity, to the angel, to the immortal idol, All hail in immortality!
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"To the too-dear, to the too-beautiful,..."
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