Chapter 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!