I laid you beneath the Lady's feet
to perfume this chilly vault
where the white Virgin stands.
sightless she looks at all who
lay their prayers with trembling hands.
The vault is locked and dark tonight
but I am sure She stands alone
as the pink hyacynth prays
when all human prayers are done.
its perfume shrouds the Lady white
embalms the air while I sleep
and slowly passes this long night.
L. Ivison copyright 2026
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