Ere washing was done by the week;
When the "roses and rapture" that girt you
Were visions of delicate vice,
And the "lilies and languors of virtue"
O delights of the time of my teething,
Felise, Fragoletta, Yolande!
Foam-yeast of a youth in its seething
On blasted and blithering sand!
Snake-crowned on your tresses and belted