A lady of Mitylene?

1. 0 crystal Heart! I the Serpent clasp Thee, I drive home mine head into the central core of Thee, 0 God my beloved. 2.Even as on the resounding wind-swept heights of Mitylene some god-like woman casts aside the lyre, and with her locks aflame as an aureole, plunges into the wet heart of the creation, so I, 0 Lord my God!

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