XIII
Forgive me, o my holy and happy maid,
Lola, sweet Lola, for the imagination
Of all things monstrous that your soul dismayed
Reads on the palimpset of my elation.
Simple and sweet and chaste our love is ever,
And these its wild and mystic characters
That rage and storm in impotent endeavour
To unveil our glory to our worshippers.
Lola, dear Lola, mystic maiden o' mine,
Let us not mingle with the ribald rout
That throng our temple. Close, Palladian shrine,
With our reverberate glory rayed about!
Abide within—with me! Let silence sever
This velvet 'now' from that unclothed 'for ever'!
Lola, sweet Lola, for the imagination
Of all things monstrous that your soul dismayed
Reads on the palimpset of my elation.
Simple and sweet and chaste our love is ever,
And these its wild and mystic characters
That rage and storm in impotent endeavour
To unveil our glory to our worshippers.
Lola, dear Lola, mystic maiden o' mine,
Let us not mingle with the ribald rout
That throng our temple. Close, Palladian shrine,
With our reverberate glory rayed about!
Abide within—with me! Let silence sever
This velvet 'now' from that unclothed 'for ever'!
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