I have sought and followed you, drunk with your sacred wine; br Led out by a laughing wind on a tumbling sea, br On crags amid clouds, in cups that allure the bee, br And deep in the gem-lit gloom of the tortuous mine, br And on widespread wings where the great worlds dance and shine br I have sought by the golden light; but have bent the knee br At last where you lie, a humble goddess and free, br Naked and flushed in the warmth of a crimson shrine. br The hordes of hate have trampled your blooms in mire, br And cackle and roar as their mockery priests blaspheme, br And sing the marching hymn of a wingless might. br They forge their god in the heat of unholy fire br The squat strong incubus born of an evil dream; br And it shrinks and crumbles away in the golden light.