Tower of Ivory/Charity

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3723236Tower of Ivory — CharityArchibald MacLeish

CHARITY

Since my Beloved chambered me
To beat within her breast,
And took my soul to light a shrine
Her soul had decked and dressed,
And caught my songs about her throat,—
Dissected, known, confessed,
I dwell within her charity
A half-unwelcome guest.