Alexander the Great Had No Inkling of Precious Christian Virtues
When Burma was unknown, it furnished true
Red, rubies brought to Alexander’s court.
It was as if an incensed goddess threw
The gems from mystery, sent gems athwart
The deserts from the depths of jungle suns.
The holy is behind a temple veil
And beauties there behind the cloth of nuns
Are lovelinesses yet. Their beauties pale,
Perhaps, if kings and princes touch them. Leave
Them where they choose to be and do not fetch
Them from their humid darkness. Let them cleave
To sweetness of their own and do not stretch
Out greedy jewelled fingers for the bright
Red stones. Leave innocence in its dim light.
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