Coronation day

Pleasure is a red throne and all the fiddlers in red. Come to me as if to the ground, as if walking up and down or going to the kitchen. Eat the first dish on the king’s table and give me music of all sorts— but above all, a kiss.

And we stayed till the city had a light like a glory round about it and a great many men and women laid hold of us, drinking to us one after another— a strange frolic. At last to bed, and I found myself wet with joy, body like a put-out fire. I shut my eyes against any other world.