PROUD DOOM
The crucifixion of Beauty on the cross
Of mortal destiny—the eternal law—
The thorny crown of death about her brows
Fills me with anger—then with sudden awe:
So dear, so lovely her adorable sorrow
Shows in the darkness, ’mid the tragic doom,
The very heart in me leaps up with laughter,
And hastens, proud and secret, toward the tomb.