Who dubs me frantic? Summer winds subside.

Her soft feet kiss the grass. I’m quite untied!

Havoc my bumbling wits, tremendous queen;

Show me a dance that only God has seen.

Angels amaze me: all the saints conspire

To plunge my heart into a cool blue fire.

Thomas Carew, have all your lilies faded?

Her limbs are lively. How can I be jaded?

Don't ask me, camerado, why I swoon:

She's Planet Earth, and I her orbiting moon.

My mad mind catches what the best brains miss:

Her gestures are a liturgy of bliss.

Sages, attend: I live to sing her name,

Who smithereens my fear, shatters my shame.

I propagate the faith each lover knows:

My ten commandments are her ten bare toes.

I bend my knees before her, raise my eyes,

And bask in love's perpetual surprise.