Lecture V

> *And in the secret magic of the night, > There, before my palace, > My dreams took hold of the ghostly mists and built > Unimaginable blossoms with dead eyes > That formed a balefully grinning Medusa > In the moonlight drenched with dew, > And she waxed monstrous.— > As the moon streamed into my chamber > And lay across the bed of my exhaustion— > I was roused from sleep by lecherous, > Monstrous desires > Which shuddered on my stammering lips > And sent hot fires of fever streaming from my eyes > Towards creatures that were yours! > Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa! > —My guilt, my most great guilt!*