Hist! - the sonorous orchestral ambience and the arabesque-slane'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 mummer'd 'tis -  Embower'd and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam,  Her sweetness ne'er cloy - further! further! -  His scratching and dallying hollow-hearted eyes  Her breasts and vestal heart caress,  And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily,  Whileas 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...