O Sweet Spontaneous
OH SWEET SPONTANEOUS EARTH
HOW OFTEN HAVE THE DOTING FINGERS
OF PRURIENT PHILOSOPHERS
PINCHED AND POKED THEE
HAS THE NAUGHTY THUMB OF SCIENCE
PRODDED THY BEAUTY
HOW OFTEN HAVE RELIGIONS
TAKEN THEE UPON THEIR SCRAGGY KNEES
SQUEEZING AND BUFFETING THEE
THAT THOU MIGHTEST CONCEIVE GODS
BUT TRUE TO THE INCOMPARABLE COUCH OF DEATH
THY RHYTHMIC LOVER
THOU ANSWEREST THEM ONLY WITH SPRING
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