Classic Poem

I AM inebriate with the sunlight's golden wine,
And I would love with an insensate fury!

Let me drain beauty even unto death!
Bring me a languid woman, perfumed, young,
Her dusky body hung with dazzling gems
And strange, exotic iridescent stuffs —
Her wanton eyes like thirsty summer moons.

Oh, I would love with an insensate fury!
Bring me a pale flower-boy,
White-limbed like a young heifer in a field,
His lips a-quiver with unknown desire. . . .
His soft throat virgin beneath my kiss,
His bosom like a bower of stars.

I would dance like a drunken fawn amid the wood,
Enraptured with the budding pollen-scents!