Satyr
That
In
The
Borrowed
Light
Of
A
Mediterranean
Night
Chases
Your
Naiad…
In
Hastings
Gardens
Your
Heart
On
Fire
From
Tree
To
Tree
You
Leap
You
Leap
With
Frenetic
Desire
The
More
The
Naiad
Prances
Away
The
More
She
Stokes
Your
Fire
Your
Ire
Of
Lust
And
Desire
O satyr!
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