The reach is far yet near to my mind as to your dreams peel the gossamer veils from porcelain lustre bring the fruits in halcyon bowl with twinkling lights a Spartan returns and a banquet fitting for a spread awaits show me the mount of Venus for in Olympus the gods are arisen come serve me nectar sweet from the ripe honeysuckle let my teeth find luscious hot flesh seasoned like the Moors do in supplant glideΒ Β make the gates of flames my retreat I want to swim the Rubicon in languid strokes and sink deep in the warm waters garlanded to find my battle cries in tender howls and see that in war there is peace and my trusted sword can rest tell Apollo I am in good hands come with me to Aphrodite show me the valleys let me feast again