Primeval my Love for the Woman I Love.

PRIMEVAL my love for the woman I love,

O bride! O wife! more resistless, more enduring than I can tell, the thought of you!

Then separate, as disembodied, the purest born,

The ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation,

I ascend—I float in the regions of your love, O man,

O sharer of my roving life.