Epigram
Ernest Dowson
Because I am idolotrous and have besought With grievous supplication and consuming prayer, The admirable image that my love has wrought Out of her swan’s neck and her dark, abundant hair: The jealous gods who brook no worship save their own, Turned my live idol marble and her heart to stone.
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