Like angels mad with bestial eyes I'll come back where your alcove lies To glide in soundlessly, in flight With all the shadows of the night. Then, tawny dear, we will commune In kisses frozen as the moon, In the caress of snakes that crawl And hiss around a cistern's wall. When morning shows his livid face You will find no one in my place Which will fall cold till night is near. Though others reign with tenderness Over your life and youthfulness I want a sovereignty of fear.