Jepthah's Daughter. - M.L.
All the things that I must leave are good
because you made them. In those first new days
when nothing was something was and the stars were glad
and matter blazed into a song of praise
you what you had made and called it good.
So why must I turn now from all these things?
Take leave of taste and sound and scent and sight?
I do not
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