Oh the beauty of your limbs, so white and slender,
Oh the endless longing in your dreamy eyes,
Oh the strength of passion that within you lies,
Oh the tempting nets of your tresses wild surrender.
A siren’s song, angelic voice and Judgment’s call
Dreams of a Spring asleep for centuries,
All this assails me in my memories,
And all this tempts me in your arms to fall.
I close my eyes, and yield to the wings of night,
Like a star, your being pours a stream of light
It seems, in you, I hold all Beauty’s mold.
Oh mystery, oh flames of a burning kiss,
Oh flaming tears, boundless abandon of bliss,
Oh budding breasts and hair of molten gold!