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and upon the empty canvas traced the god-star of the sea,
with a star-adorned tiara, with her bland smile, maidenly,
pale complexion framed by gold rays - angel-like yet feminine:
after woman have been modelled angels in the vaults serene.
i had given you the pale rays which pour, magic and unreal,
on the brow of genius-angels, of angel turned ideal;
i changed demon into vestal, giggles into symphony,
and your leering sidelong glanced into the aurora's glee.
but by now the veil has fallen! tearing me from dreams of bliss
you are sobering my forehead with the frost-bite of your kiss
now i'm looking at you, demon, and my love - quenched, cold, forlorn,
teaches me to look upon you with the icy eye of scorn.