Proud Doom

The crucifixion of Beauty on the cross
Of mortal destiny — the eternal law —
The thorny crown of death about her brows
Fills me with anger — then with sudden awe:

So dear, so lovely her adorable sorrow
Shows in the darkness, 'mid the tragic doom,
The very heart in me leaps up with laughter,
And hastens, proud and secret, toward the tomb.
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