| O 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) |