A naked youth adores the mocking Sun,
With a woman’s sidelong eyes and lips,
Before unto the formless Sea he dips.
The dark girl has the weariness of one
Who, after being satiated, is not won;
He, with some fever in his finger-tips,
Urges the fever in the girl who strips
Her body naked. Sinister, alone,
The dishevelled seaweed shifts under their feet;
Upon the margin of the moonless sea
What shall the end be of their agony?
He to Salome: “It is the moon we see,
And not the Sun. O moon’s maiden, O cheat,
The globe of the Earth, fruit from a fruitless Tree!”
(Arthur Symons)
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