Marina

And so invention brings me round On stages where complacency and good-speak necessity shudders On mountains of Aetna and Olympus where naiads and nymphs in god-tall rapture bathe and sway Tis to one as true as you they play As doth Muses when challenged to celestial violence break the wings of silly larks with arias incandescent And when fury condescends to right the price of lover's stolen seasons I know I have found glowing in your breast the sweet holy justice of being without excuse more simple than torrid breath rife with passion

Ay, tis to you we play, we dance In a midnight hour Surreptitiously borrowed from clenching pedants From the same-faced lackeys of costume From analists scribbling prophesies in time sands From the ticking cadence of hearts with second hands Then all my do nots are dos on your lips And all I have captured but one kiss that slips Just after we've tucked it away with the phrase I would that I would but alas cannot stay