All right! You've done your worst. A misadventure
So intolerable, hell could not do more.
Nothing in the world could come and touch me
And you have to come and be the damnable
Exception. I was nicely tucked up for the night
Of eternity, and, like a restless dream
Of a fool's paradise, you, with a rainbow where
Your face is and an ignus fatuus
Worn like a rose in your girdle, come pursued
By fire, and presto! The bedclothes are on the floor
And I, the tomfool, love you.