PROUD DOOM
Thecrucifixion of Beauty on the crossOf mortal destiny—the eternallaw—The thorny crown of death about her browsFills me with anger—then with sudden awe:So dear, so lovely her adorable sorrowShows in the darkness, ’mid the tragic doom,The very heart in me leaps up with laughter,And hastens, proud and secret, toward the tomb.
Thecrucifixion of Beauty on the crossOf mortal destiny—the eternallaw—The thorny crown of death about her browsFills me with anger—then with sudden awe:So dear, so lovely her adorable sorrowShows in the darkness, ’mid the tragic doom,The very heart in me leaps up with laughter,And hastens, proud and secret, toward the tomb.
Thecrucifixion of Beauty on the crossOf mortal destiny—the eternallaw—The thorny crown of death about her browsFills me with anger—then with sudden awe:
Thecrucifixion of Beauty on the cross
Of mortal destiny—the eternallaw—
The thorny crown of death about her brows
Fills me with anger—then with sudden awe:
So dear, so lovely her adorable sorrowShows in the darkness, ’mid the tragic doom,The very heart in me leaps up with laughter,And hastens, proud and secret, toward the tomb.
So dear, so lovely her adorable sorrow
Shows in the darkness, ’mid the tragic doom,
The very heart in me leaps up with laughter,
And hastens, proud and secret, toward the tomb.