Gentle Hermione
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Hermione is gentle and supreme,
Is gentleness supreme herself. She spreads
Her fragrance like ideals that, floating, stream
Above blind Plato’s cave, or flower beds
By heaven’s streets. Perhaps she lingers far
Above those even. Since her scent drifts pink
Along spring’s breezes, she is like a star
We see from yet some cosmos out of synch
With ours, though parallel, a smell that tastes
Of revenance, a fragrance passing through
Our universe so utterly that wastes
Of desert air will never taste of blue.
..Besides, her shapes are like a touch which glows
….Beyond where death is and where whiteness grows.
