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/ On nights like this, when bayou and lagoon / Dream in the moonlight's mystic radiance, / I seem to walk like one deep in a trance / With old-world myths born of the mist and moon.
/ Lascivious eyes and mouths of sensual rose / Smile into mine; and breasts of luring light, / And tresses streaming golden to the night, / Persuade me onward where the forest glows.
/ And then it seems along the haunted hills / There falls a flutter as of beautiful feet, / As if tempestuous troops of Maenads meet / To drain deep bowls and shout and have their wills.
/ And then I feel her limbs will be revealed / Like some great snow-white moth among the trees; / Her vampire beauty, waiting there to seize / And dance me downward where my doom is sealed.