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The joy of pleasant places

Where Saturn still doth reign

Is in her gentle face’s

Calm ignorance of pain.

The bliss of ages golden

In her slim hand is holden,

By old gods she was molden

Before the world knew stain.

Her body is an altar

Wherein is Love enshrined.

Before her worldlings falter

And cruel eyes grow kind.

Her breath is breath of roses

From mystic garden-closes,

The troubled it composes

Like nectar-laden wine.