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In the deeps of beauty%C3%A2%C2%80%C2%99s purple clouds
by
M A Heathcote
In the deeps of beauty’s purple clouds
Soft and temperate as the night;
That gentle glowing face with eyes
That dims to me the moonlit-skies
That shadowed rose of uncurling joy
That soothes the dews white honey
That makes the lotus take-up wings
With nymph and angel dust-gilt things
Why it is love should age a wilting flower
A wilting flame, in damnations name
Why it is loves temperate love of ages?
Why is it so sweet and full of rages?
So sweet and full with rancid cages