A beauty that's unequalled still
The sound of my heart, in your absence
Is just empty, hissing noise
O, but in your thrall ecstatic!
All gods’ creatures stand and shout
We dance, arms wide, on mountaintops
With the cunning love of consumation
I'm a king upon your outspread charms
A gasping cry from azure Heaven
I wash into your garden, breaking
A wave upon your gleaming bosom
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