English poem
Xi
by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
"Fiendish superstitions hold thee To a vile and hideous death. Break their bonds; let love enfold thee; Off, and fly with me;"--he saith.
"Off! while priests are cutting capers-- Priests of beetles, cats, and tapirs, Brutes, who would thy beauty truck, For an inch of yellow muck.
"Lo, my horse, Pyropus, yearneth For the touch of thy light form; Like the lightning, his eye burneth; And his nostril, like the storm.