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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.