Thou, who art by this enlightened
Moral age defiled,
Where, among the many puritans
Must one heretic go, to place
Her small gifts at thy feet?

O pure, most lovely one,
My cheeks are wet and bitter salt
As ever thine at birth. I find
No strength to wander more, but
Here must stay and watch the
Foaming sea, as if thou wouldst
Arise again!

O high, beloved Aphrodite,
Accept as sacrifice what was
Named "Lust" by modern man.
This body, a light, empty shell
I cast into your sea, but let
My soul, in fierce love become
A torch; carried not for him,
But flaming brightly
As an offering to thee!