text: My bands of silk and miniver
  Momently grew heavier;
  The black gauze was beggarly thin;
  The ermine muffled mouth and chin;
  I could not suck the moonlight in.
  
  Harlequin in lozenges
  Of love and hate, I walked in these
  Striped and ragged rigmaroles;
  Along the pavement my footsoles
  Trod warily on living coals.
  
  Shouldering the thoughts I loathed,
  In their corrupt disguises clothed,
  Morality I could not tear
  From my ribs, to leave them bare
  Ivory in silver air.
  
  There I walked, and there I raged;
  The spiritual savage caged
  Within my skeleton, raged afresh
  To feel, behind a carnal mesh,
  The clean bones crying in the flesh.