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THE HERMIT

from An Apogee


He flew off to a darkling ruin
lodged deep within a small estate.
All rocky was his silent home
within the catacomb.

Society collective sighed;
relief their amber thread unwove
and moldered in their happiness
of sober thought nowise.

A sunset was his only charm
of an empyreal release;
it spoke too oft of anguish, though,
and of age-old alarm.

He wandered back; the consulate
awoke, refused the gloomy seer
and twice-barred melancholia
relieved, by the impenitent.

Proceeded unremitting he:
Agnus Dei, O Agnus Dei
homo imago et Dei!
until the divine addressee.






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