Drums and buffets suddenly at the heart
And seeks a vent with what lies first to hand.
But yet no earthbound evil spirit comes
Taking advantage of my unwrought mind,
Tempting me to a gay concubinage,
In likeness of some ancient queen of heaven
Ardent and ever young. The legends say
They come to hermits so, and holy saints,
Disguised in a most blinding loveliness;
Disrobe about the good man’s bed and twitch