Lady, weep rage mourn dissolve and be an infant a dying goddess breathe in shuddering breathe out surrendering this face of listening pressed to your heart I am nearer than sorrow than joy I hear the silence between your breasts that greenest darker vale than tears than sighs where we swim both singing in the long ago and evermore the sea of God I am the ear pressed to your heart.
Lady Weep
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