Holy City

And you will see a basin there,
Pure and clean and very white,
Lifted wings on either side
Holding it with gentlest might.

And those lifted wings shall be
Beautiful, like shining stone;
And the water in that basin
Like a Queen upon a Throne.

Underneath, the twisted shape
Of a man shall hold it up,
Half an angel, half an ape,
Struggling for the chasted cup.

And you will never know at all
I turned myself to this—
The laboring shape, the lifted cup,
The water's healing kiss.
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