Among the spirits of God's predilection
I am and have been most supremely blest;
I am the one complete, the chosen and best,
The only one of absolute perfection!

Others, bewildered by the strength that bore them,
Hold mighty tasks, yet humbly follow me
As satellites their suns o'er land and sea,
But I, the vague and privileged, ignore them.

For the bold flower of my great elevation
Bloomed from the chaos of incipient earth;
Before the stars my wonderment had birth;
My power began at the sublime creation.

And, offspring of a grandeur all-transcending
The subtle essence of all blight and stain,
So long as air holds birds and fields give grain,
I shall exist and never know an ending.

God hath this much ordained by mandates glorious,
And I, his slave, implicitly obey,
While on dark, tireless wings from night to day
I soar, my mission to fulfill, victorious!

All that is feminine in Nature's beauty,
All that conceives and bears I have possessed;
No more than restless waves have I known rest;
Grand defloration is my gift, my duty!

In wondrous dreams, in ecstasies of slumber,
All womankind has felt my thrill divine;
Virginities in trillions have been mine,
And countless ages can not name the number.

Sweet hosts of purity I have touched and tainted,
And unto me for one brief span belonged
Each thing productive that the world has thronged,
The hideous, vile and low, the fair, the sainted!

Receptively unconscious, every maiden
Born to this sphere beneath my kiss has bent,
Yet unaware, in drowsiest content,
That by my fervor she was fed and laden.

Some wake at girlhood's passionate beginning,
Filled with strange whims that make the dull flesh glad;
But they know not the blighting dream they had,
They can not fathom their celestial sinning.