A maenad’s kiss,
Bane of Her heart;
A Unicorn in masquerade
Dighted as a faun

Within the ides of moonlit May,
Daedally it prances down,
This Unicorn behesting
And such a cunning prolix weaves,
Maugre Her dote defending,
He could not help descending

And as Her leif refelled,
Mourning strikes upon Her heart,
The fall of dusk begins,
An elegy written in Her tears,
Odious with His sin

Or was He bereft of words
Quod vide Her lonely heart,
Or was He, by dint of a seductress' breath,
Blind?

Author I of Tempest lauds
Within this tyne evinced;
A Unicorn’s kiss,
Bane of Her heart