Inside the cobwebs of
musty towers
lay the glow-worms
long asleep in
centuries hibernate
with the sub-conscious
dream after dream after
dream
a whole continuum
a whole succession
seen
as in a film
by Beauty through the
slits of windows Renaissance
columns of alabaster red
incense of Thoughts:
and
in the incense of Thoughts
Beauty sought and sought
more Principles of life
to perpetuate:
and in Immortality her
own reign extend
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