作词 : E.E. Cummings
  I will wade out
 Till my thighs are steeped
 In burning flowers
 I will take the sun in my mouth
 And leap into the ripe air
 Alive with closed eyes
 To dash against darkness
 In the sleeping curves of my body
 I Shall enter fingers
 Of smooth mastery
 With chasteness of sea-girls
 Will I complete the mystery
 Of my flesh
 Will I complete the mystery
 Of my flesh
 My flesh