WORK IN PROGRESS
THRILL WITH LISSOME LUST OF THE LIGHT, O MAN! MY MAN!
COME CAREERING OUT OF THE NIGHT OF PAN! IO PAN! IO PAN! IO PAN!
COME OVER THE SEA
FROM SICILY AND FROM ARCADY!
ROAMING AS BACCHUS, WITH FAUNS AND PARDS
AND NYMPHS AND SATYRS FOR THY GUARDS,
ON A MILK-WHITE ASS,
COME OVER THE SEA TO ME, TO ME...
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