Divinity’s eyes are green as envy’s hue,

But jealousy is not what makes them glow.

Her light bewitches all who come in view

With a desire that few mere mortals know.

To hear Her voice is to fall in a dream

Of angel’s song and devilish delights,

One’s days become an endless pining stream

And thoughts of Her will haunt all of one’s nights.

Surrender to Her power all you kings,

And tremble at Her feet, you presidents.

Her Beauty overmasters all such things,

Her Splendor overcomes all resistance.

No one is so wise, or strong, or brave,

As can refuse being Marquesa’s slave.