Within the leaves, this gilded bower,
Within the leaves, uncertain and full
Of blossoming blooms and drowsy kisses,
The exquisite tapestry is suddenly shaken

And a frightened faun flashes its eyes
While biting red flowers between white teeth
Browned and bloodied like old wine, lips
Bursting with laughter beneath branches.

And when he flees like a squirrel
HIs laugh remains, beading on each leaf,
And the Golden Kiss of the Woods, startled
By a bullfinch, resolves once again to rest.