Of the mad pushes of waves upon the land — I them
chanting,
The overture lightly sounding — the strain antici-
pating,
The welcome nearness — the sight of the perfect
body,
The swimmer swimming naked in the bath, or mo-
tionless on his back lying and floating.
The female form approaching — I, pensive, love-flesh
tremulous, aching;
The slave's body for sale — I, sternly, with harsh
voice, auctioneering.
The divine list, for myself or you, or for any one,
making,
The face — the limbs — the index from head to foot,
and what it arouses.
The mystic deliria — the madness amorous — the utter
abandonment,
Hark, close and still, what I now whisper to you,
I love you — you entirely possess me,
O I wish that you and I escape from the rest, and go
utterly off — free and lawless,
Two hawks in the air — two fishes swimming in the
sea not more lawless than we ;)
The furious storm through me careering — I passion-
ately trembling.
The oath of the inseparableness of two together — of
the woman that loves me, and whom I love more
than my life — That oath swearing,
(O I willingly stake all, for you!
O let me be lost, if it must be so!
O you and I — what is it to us what the rest do or
think?