Your hair wept for kisses,
Your voice curved softly, a caress--
You came among us as a suppliant,
What had we you desired?

Bringing to market stolen goods,
Holding to view used charms,
Behold a hawker's spirit!

Eagles perch proudly
In isolation,
They swoop to seize a living prey--
Crows hover to feed,
Waiting with patience till the soul is fled
Leaving a helpless body--carrion--
(Vile thoughts obsess me!)

What did you want, Lolita?


Spectrum of Mrs. Q.

Fear not, beautiful lady,
That I shall ravish you!
Your arms are languorous lilies--
There is not a thorn
In all your slender greenness,
And you are sweet to madden buzzing bees!

Fear not, beautiful lady,