Around, around there forms a woman body
Curved on the sides, all rising as you stand:
A virgin stature fresh from water-drops;
Her tears ever preserved in the pure clouds.
When young, before, your heart would doubtfully,
Shake in confusion, afraid deflowering it was.
But the child went into her last,
Growth length, and gone into heights,
Where herself of herself could not deny
Anymore, for life is unchangeable; it's what it is:
It keeps a song, you sing along and worship
That God which created thee from dust.
And still, prayers still invoke intoning on
What holy, to remain all, in elevation.