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Profane Litany
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94 | Light within the Shade Profane Litany Anna lost, gold mansion, Precious miracle, Ivory-encarven Joyous citadel. Anna lost, bright faerie, Eden’s sweet bouquet, Whence fate’s sword forever Drove me once away. Anna lost, high heaven, Land beyond far Thule, You of whom, so distant, Thought can be so cruel! All that might be treasured I lay at your feet, As before her mistress Kneels the slave-girl sweet: Ever, orphan-sculpture, Stiff in your high throne, As on Doric temples Goddesses of stone! 1912 ...