The night is beautiful
And lonly as it is
The tastes of brawny men
Awoke  her from her sleep
Cedar and lavender
Odors stirred by the air!
The fresh old dream
Already gone.
She cried:


Oh you beastly sweaty hunks my
Snow , be mine all mine!  Oh shred with rage my flimsy buttons, and rage my ******* with your wild howls!