his madonna and child
painting them over and over
as they appeared to him
against the background of
the beyond when the curtains
were drawn back and there
they were in their splendor
and yet always with a new
tenderness in the same way
did Novalis love his Sophie
whose purity could not
long endure the cold earth air
but like an apparition or a sky
take up its distances of sun
here in your willing arms
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