The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

52 XIx Tue knight hath found a naked girl Among the dunes of Breton sand. She spinneth in a mystic whirl, And hath a bagpipe in her hand, Wherefrom she draweth dismal groans The while her maddening saraband She plies, and with discordant tones Desires a certain devil-grace. She gathers wreckage-wood, and bones Of seamen, jetsam of the place, And builds therewith a fire, wherein She dances, bounding into space Like an inflated ass’s skin. She raves, and reels, and yells, and whirls So that the tears of toil begin To dew her breasts with ardent pearls. Nor doth she mitigate her dance , The bagpipe ever louder skirls,