What work is going on down underground,
Without a sound - without the faintest sound!
The worms have found the place where Beauty lies,
And, entering into her two sparkling eyes,
Have dug their diamonds up; her soft breasts that
Had roses without thorns, are now laid flat;
They find a nest more comfortable there,
Than any bird could make, in her long hair;
Where they can teach their young, from thread to thread,
To leap on her white body, from her head.
This work is going on down underground,
Without a sound - without the faintest sound.