(From Christophe des Laurières)

Your body was an altar of delight,
With almond petals strewn,
Whereat we worshipped in the shrine of night.

Pale as the vernal moon,
You gave our lips your languid bosom bare
And limbs that seemed to swoon.

Faintly, from drooping feet to trailing hair,
You trembled with our kisses
Numberless as the flowers fallen there.

Through Love's unknown abysses
Your lovers twain were wafted far with you,
While in strange triune blisses,

Deeper than death, we died and lived anew.