In every desert homelier than at temples, With cattish wantonness, Through every window leaping Quickly into chances, Every wild forest a sniffing, Greedily longingly, sniffing, That thou, in wild forests, 'Mong the motley speckled fierce creatures, Shouldest rove, sinful sound and fine coloured, With longing lips smacking, Blessedly mocking, blessedly hellish, blessedly bloodthirsty, Robbing, skulking, lying roving: Or unto eagles like which fixedly, Long adown