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Thrill with the lissome lust of the light

Oh my man! My man!

Come careering out of the night

Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea

Over sea;

Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards

And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards

On a milk-white ass, over the sea

Come to me, come to me

Come with Apollo in bridal dress

(My shepherdess, my pythoness)

Come with Artemis, silken shod

And wash thy white thighs, my beautiful God

In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount

And in the dimpled dawn of the amber fount!

Dip the passionate prayer

In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare

The crimson shrine

The soul that startles dip

To watch thy wantonness weeping through

The tangled grove

Of the living tree

That is spirit and soul

And body and brain — over the sea

I am not man

Devil or God, come to me

I am not man

Dip the passionate prayer

In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare

Come with trumpets sounding shrill

Come with drums low muttering

From the spring!

Come with flute and come with pipe!

Am I not ripe?

Am I not ripe?

I am not man

I, who wait and writhe and wrestle

My body, weary of empty clasp

I am numb, I am numb

With the lonely lust of devildom

Thrust the sword through the galling fetter

I am awake in the grip of the snake

The eagle slashes with beak and claw;

The Gods withdraw;

To the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare

To the soul that startles in eyes of blue

To watch thy wantonness weeping

The tangled grove

Of the living tree

That is spirit and soul

And body and brain — over the sea

Devil or God

I am not man

I am awake in the grip of the snake

The eagle slashes with beak and claw

The eagle slashes with beak and claw

I am numb, I am numb

With the lonely lust of devildom

The eagle slashes with beak and claw

The Gods withdraw

Wash thy white thighs, my beautiful God

In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount

The eagle slashes with beak and claw

The Gods withdraw

On the marble mount

In the dimpled dawn of the amber fount

Dip the passionate prayer

In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare

The soul that startles dip

To watch thy wantonness weeping through

The tangled grove

The eagle slashes

The eagle slashes with beak and claw

The Gods withdraw.(3)

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