Lo! the God of purple pleasure
Heard and hearkened to his prayer,
Reft the swathed bands that bound him,
From his cloak of Self unwound him,
Filled him with supernal seizure
That his humor’s jewelled treasure
Leaped and sparkled in the air—
Till the night was bright around him.
Never such a jestful fit
Dreamt he in his wildest wishes!