Xi

Hang with festoons and wreaths and coronals The corridors and halls! Be there all round the sound of gay bells ringing! Let there be echoing singing! Pour out like a libation all your joy! Shout, even ye children, little maid and boy Whose belly yet unfurred yet whitely decks A sexless thing of sex! Shout out as if ye knew what joy this is You clap at in such bliss!