Her Secret Society



On the parched land of Divine Solitude
In the temple of her Vestal Goddess so sublime –

She selects her own society
Then shuts the door;
Into her delightful variety
Intrude nevermore.

Still, she hears a galloping stopping
At the ancient stable of Artemis;
Still, a kingly hunter is bowing
To her Sovereign Grace.

I know her from a land that is no longer a land
Take one;
Then close the taps of her budding passion manifold
Like stone.

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