The luminous air of Heaven. Beyond, abrupt, A grey stone wall. And images of life. And in his hand he held an ivory lute With strings of gold that were as maidens' hair, And sang with voice as tuneful as a flute, And round his neck three chains of roses were. Last night unto my bed bethought there came Our lady of strange dreams, and from an urn She poured live fire, so that mine eyes did burn At the sight of it.
Shame is the loveliest.