“F unctions that hamper and gifts that requite
M ust, by their nature in women unite.

R eckless compounding of accent with flush
A ttacks like a limen, basic in hush
A ttacks in the crystal, survives in the light
R ecoils and assembles ‘twixt mystic and trite.

N ew fashions go leering, old modesties blare
I comin the springtime, their tortoise shell dare :
O ver insistence, and collect what you may
E voke pleasures of night to sustain in the day.
Northward the lust and the yearning conspire
S weet south, how delightful sensed form to attire.”