In every ascending trail of incense, in every song sung by birds, in every well-worn book, in every blush of night, in every corner of a familiar face, and in every dusty attic: there dwells beauty.
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Qua Humbug: Ground lapis for the sky, and scrolls of gold,Before which the...

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Ground lapis for the sky, and scrolls of gold,
Before which the shepherds kneel, gazing aloft
At visiting angels clothed in egg-yolk gowns,
Celestial tinctures smuggled from the East,
From sunlit Eden, the palmed and plotted banks
Of sun-tanned Aden. Brought home in fragile grails,
Planted in…

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