their dances carrying the midnight

hours before them on nude
shoulders          

       till the rising
diadem of Day their orgies but

enhances with spectators' cheering
wild enthusiasms  

           prolong
Heavenly (almost like

stern lightning looks) the human
purposes         

       of crazy Jove
who can't come down to join them

from His Grace,   

        yet who
from Sanctity watched with a pain
Endurance can't relieve

how Onwards! so senselessly
poets madly race th'stilled

rain, fall over waterfall, busy
th'breeze & wind the wild Wind with
which all meticulous

       they weave
their Peace so fleshy

into           

th'smoothest sensual ease &
devilishly profoundest Bliss