Like a candle lost in an electric glare
Our spirits tread your eyes’ infinities;
In the wrecking waves of your tumultuous locks
Do you not hear the moaning of our pulses?
Queen! Goddess! Animal!
In sleep do your dreams battle with our souls?
When your hair is spread like a lover on the pillow
Do not our jealous pulses wake between?
You have dethroned the ancient God,
You have usurped his Sabbath, his common days;