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unsaid, oracular and mythic, Echo of the divine, yes, she, resplendent mirror of lofty poetry, a stillness, a form of solemn language that desists eroticisms, temptations and vulgarities and aspires only to beauty’s sapphire, away from Comus’ embers yearning always for
“that Golden Key
That opens the Palace of Eternity.” (14)
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