Tulips and Chimneys

Thou aged unreluctant earth who dost with quivering continual thighs invite the thrilling rain the slender paramour to toy with thy extraordinary lust, (the sinuous rain which rising from thy bed steals to his wife the sky and hour by hour wholly renews her pale flesh with delight) —immortally whence are the high gods fled?

Speak elm eloquent pandar with thy nod significant to the ecstatic earth in token of his coming whom her soul burns to embrace—and didst thou know the god from but the imprint of whose cloven feet the shrieking dryad sought her leafy goal, at the mere echo of whose shining mirth the furious hearts of mountains ceased to beat?

Wind beautifully who wanderest over smooth pages of forgotten joy proving the peaceful theorems of the flowers —didst e’er depart upon more exquisite quest? and did thy fortunate fingers sometime dwell (within a greener shadow of secret bowers) among the curves of that delicious boy whose serious grace one goddess loved too well?