You skinny cuck of meagre roses,
Come suffuse the air with fragrant music.
Sing us out of this cave of shadows.
Speak of Pyrraph
in her flaming youthfulness, of Lesbia
and her tantalizing craziness.
Of the brawny lad, who buns his auburn hair.
Of the King to-be
who slays the serpent tresses of her stoney elegance.
Sing of the Gods
who drowned upon the roubled waters of time
Like them, we sail on waves of unaccustomed nights
Sing on,
Sail alone
Brave ship of stone upon the tempest sea.
How magnificent is this terror
that drowns us clutching rain for gold
In the flood of dissolution.
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