VI

There was never moon,

Save the white sufficing woman:

Light most heavenly-human—

Like the unseen form of sound,

Sensed invisibly in tune,—

With a sun-derivèd stole

Did inaureole

All her lovely body round;

Lovelily her lucid body with that light was interstrewn.

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