besmeared virtue

Chaste chalice, what I if not be?
A fair maiden, though a nymph to thee
how hast thou fared? and how I be
besmeared
virtue
beneath
unscathed
authority...

Though clandestine, seems it to me
thy world knows and bows to thee
wench drenched in the mystic rain
of scandal, tale thy world claims
verses of love, am I now?
Do tell if worldly I ought to be
Fallen feathers is all I see
besmeared
virtue
beneath
unscathed
authority......