Photo by Robert Schaeffer
with thanks for permission to reproduce it.
Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel
Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour;
The heavy white limbs and the cruel
Red mouth like a venomous flower;
When these are gone by with their glories,
What shall rest of thee then, what remain,
O mystic and sombre Dolores,
Our Lady of Pain?
Masque of Queen Bersabe,
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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