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XI

So Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! peals,
 And Lola! Lola! Lola! echoes back,
 Till Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! reels
 The world in a dance of woven white and black
Shimmering with clear gold greys as hell resounds
 With Lola! Lola! Lola! and heaven responds
 With Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola!—swounds
 All light to clustered dazzling diamonds,
And Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! rings
 Ever and again on these inchaunted ears,
 And Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! swings
 My soul across to those inchaunted spheres
Where Lola is God and priest and wafer and wine—
 O Lola! Lola! mystic maiden o' mine!

 

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