Antinous
I Spoke of you, Antinous, with her who is my heart's delight,
The while we watched the dawn of night through veils of dusk diaphanous.
The while we watched the dawn of night through veils of dusk diaphanous.
I praised your gracious loveliness, as in cool marble it appears,
Your eyes that seem too sad for tears, your smile that is a sheathed caress.
Your eyes that seem too sad for tears, your smile that is a sheathed caress.
And I, a free-born singing child, in this dull sordid age of ours,
Cried to my friend, "Oh flower of flowers, worship him with me!" but she smiled.
Cried to my friend, "Oh flower of flowers, worship him with me!" but she smiled.
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