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Impressions of Divinity

Now all the rare Madonnas

In sepia, gold, and blue,

That wear a light of river beds

And stare with holy rue;

And all the saints that by them stand

With Keys, or Cross, or Book,

And martyrs with red wounds revealed

That on the Babe do look;

Now all the angels-even she

Whose beauty none may bear

Because of her unearthliness,

Her sleeve, and shadowed hair-

Ashen are their aureoles

In color and cartoon,

For I have looked on living men,

And halos worn at noon.

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16 lines · 3 stanzas