Raking, raking, his amorous thoughts <br />underneath his chaste robe of black, <br />happy, his hand gloved, <br />one day as he went along, fearsomely sweet, <br />yellow, dribbling piety from his toothless mouth, <br />One day as he went along, <br />'Let us Pray', - a Wicked One seized him <br />roughly by his saintly ear and <br />snapped frightful words at him, <br />tearing off the chaste robe of black <br />wrapped about his moist skin. <br /> <br />Punishment! - His clothes were unbuttoned; <br />and, the long chaplet of pardoned <br />sins being told in his heart, <br />St Tartufe was so pale!.. <br />So he confessed and prayed, with a death rattle! <br />The man contented himself with carrying off <br />his clerical bands… - Faugh! <br />Tartufe was naked from his top to his toe!<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tartufe-s-punishment/
