Nunc Scio, Quid Sit Amor
I know him now, not now to know demanding.
No goddess-mother bore a child so grim,
So only terrible, though he were standing
Swordless, among the sworded Seraphim.
The hard rock was his mother; he retains
Only her kind, nor answers any sire.
His hand is the black basalt, and his veins
Are rocky veins, ablaze with gold and fire.
No goddess-mother bore a child so grim,
So only terrible, though he were standing
Swordless, among the sworded Seraphim.
The hard rock was his mother; he retains
Only her kind, nor answers any sire.
His hand is the black basalt, and his veins
Are rocky veins, ablaze with gold and fire.
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