She glides in beauty through the night.
She reveals endowments, which excite.
She engorges us with sound, with scent and sight.
Be there men with souls so dead
They never to themselves have said
We crave this being of magic bred.
In times of old far in the past
She rose from foam men’s hearts to grasp
She wrung from them a yearning gasp.
Oh, vision of glamour, desire, and youth
Who rends not with fang, nor claw, nor tooth
But with wile and smile and scorching truth
Please hear our plea and soothe our plight
Kindle passion's flames and fan them bright
To leave us trembling spent in sheer delight!