XI

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XI

Hang with festoons and wreaths and coronals

The corridors and halls!

Be there all round the sound of gay bells ringing!

Let there be echoing singing!

Pour out like a libation all your joy!

Shout, even ye children, little maid and boy

Whose belly yet unfurred yet whitely decks

A sexless thing of sex!

Shout out as if ye knew what joy this is

You clap at in such bliss!