FIFTH EPISTLE
(Delilah)
In the Bible we are told how Samson’s wife one fateful night,
While he slept, his long hair shaving, severed him from all his might,
That his foes might overcome him, fetter him and blind his eyes,
This to show the soul that hidden ’neath a woman’s garment lies.
O young man who always follow’st in her footsteps full of dreams,
While the golden shield of heaven on the alleys brightly beams
And the shadow’s green with laces so mysteriously are girt,
O forget not thy belovèd hath short wit, though long her skirt.
A midsummernight’s dream charms thee, with its beauty, fairylike;
All that is in thy soul only… Ask her what she thinks, belike
She will speak of ribbons, flounces, all that is the newest fashion,
While thy heart is throbbing rhythmic, like an ode, with sacred passion…
When her little head close nestles on thy breast, ’tis to beguile. Ah!
If thou hast a heart and senses, then beware, think of Delilah!
Yes, of course, she is so charming… Like a child, so full of fun,
When she laughs she has two dimples in her cheeks, and there is one
On each knuckle of her fingers, she’s not lanky, lean or tall,
Fashioned well to be embracèd, to be loved, adored, and all
That she says is so becoming, what she does is always sweet,
It is so because she does it, all perfections in her meet:
If she speaks or if she’s silent, she’s delightful, only she,
And if „go away“ her lips say, then her laugh says „come to me!“
Idly balancing she walketh as if listening to a song,
Fondly spoiled, as if for kisses only she did always long,
Towards thy lips she’ll rise on tiptoe for a heartfelt given kiss,
That mysterious warmth instilling, lavishing that heav’nly bliss
That a woman’s soul alone can yield with her bewitching charms…
O the happiness thou findest only in her loving arms!
If thou couldst but see her blushing thy whole soul would be alight —
She a dreamy queen, capricious, thou a young and hopeful knight —
