Sacrament
The monarch psyche
alighted on my brow
The same place as I kiss you now
Inspiring muse she's Ama sent
The Great comes now for the Spirit went
If this drink I pour is sweet and limpid
Psyche's Nectar has made you deathless.
Fiery wings consume the dove
Graceful tips devour Jove
She fans the typhoon with subtle arch
Encircles the earth with easy stretch
You flutter, dance, skip, then glide
I Eros take my pace beside
And vaunt my charms as if to tease you
And sing you hymns of love to please you.
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Perfection
Is
Easy
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