Thy body is a secret Eden
Fed with lethean springs,
And the touch of thy flesh is like to the savour of lotos.
In thy hair is a perfume of ecstasy,
And a perfume of sleep,
Between thy thighs is a valley of delight,
And between thy breasts is a valley of peace.
THE WITCH IN THE GRAVEYARD
Scene: A forsaken graveyard, by moonlight. Enter two witches.