Hist! The sonorous orchestral ambience And the arabesque stanc'd ballerina Her wee feet in an alacritic maelstrom Twirl and the dust-hurl With her tears blendeth Egad! This quagmire Pasteth her unaptly Apt feet to the stage Like the wither'd rose of the luciferous Eden By the mummer'd masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummmer'd 'tis Embower'd and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam Her sweetness never cloy Further, further, further His scratching and dallying Hollow-heartéd eyes, her breasts and vestal heart caress And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily While as the orchestra playeth on travailingly And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily While as the orchestra playeth on travailingly And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily While as the orchestra playeth on travailingly His one and sole swath with the pizzicato'd ensemble blendeth And her umbral foetal scream as the song climaxeth And slowly dieth away