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Leap! spring! writhing thing!
 * This hooded serpent crawls

Rhythmic at my command.
 * Blaze burn!
 * Great King!

Now silent evening falls
 * Over the pallid sand,
 * The pallid sand . ..

Come, wild one, twist and turn, Heed that my grace you earn, Haste that thy hate I learn,
 * To madness fanned!


 * Bend! swing! laughing, sing!
 * Madder the music make—

Whirl like the wind and sway. . . !
 * More fleet . . . !
 * Great King,

See how my heart will break,
 * Love her none other may.
 * None other may!

Jeweled her tinkling feet, Red are her lips and sweet, Breasts where her girdles meet
 * White as the moon are they . ..
 * O, white are they!

