I turn from you, who are

Lyrical and wise

As a child in a confessional

Saying:—I will unbar

The golden door of the adulteries.

The fluent wine is poured

That I may drink to the Dark Lord.

The raped virgin’s howl

Will be my music.

I shall not listen longer

To your dream-praying.

On Pleasure’s thorn

My soul’s robe shall be worn.