Hist! The sonorous orchestral ambience
And the arabesque stanc'd ballerina
Her wee feet in an alacritic maelstrom
Twirl and the dust-hurl
With her tears blendeth

Egad! This quagmire
Pasteth her unaptly
Apt feet to the stage

Like the wither'd rose of the luciferous Eden
By the mummer'd masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly
His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummmer'd 'tis
Embower'd and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam

Her sweetness never cloy
Further, further, further
His scratching and dallying
Hollow-heartéd eyes, her breasts and vestal heart caress

And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily
While as the orchestra playeth on travailingly
And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily
While as the orchestra playeth on travailingly
And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily
While as the orchestra playeth on travailingly

His one and sole swath with the pizzicato'd ensemble blendeth
And her umbral foetal scream as the song climaxeth

And slowly dieth away