There is a strangeness in my soul
  A dark and brooding sea.
Nor all the waves on Capri's shoal
  Might stay the thirst of me.
For men have come and men have gone
  For pleasure or for hire.
Though they lay broken at the dawn
  They did not quench my fire.
My pity is a deathly ruth
  I burn men with my eyes.
Oh, would all men were one strong youth
  To break between my thighs.
Any many a man his fortune spread
  To glut my ecstacy
As I lay panting on his bed
  In shameless nudity.
But all of ancient Egypt's gold
  Can never equal this,
Nor all the treasures kingdoms hold,
  A single hour of bliss.
Within my villa's high domain
  Are boys from Britain's rocks
And dark eyed slender lads from Spain
  And Greeks with perfumed locks.
And youths of soft and subtle speech
  From furtherest Orient,
Wherever arms of legions reach
  And Roman chains are sent.
Why may I not be satiate
  With kisses of some boy—
They only rouse my passions spate
  I never know such joy
As when through chambers filled with noise
  Of wails and pleas and sighs
I stride among my naked boys
  With whips that bruise their thighs.
I drift through mists red flaming flung
  On hills of ecstacies
As shoulder-wealed and buttock-stung
  They shriek and kiss my knees.