but who will worship you

‘no matter how you hate me; I will die
I will not be forgot! a spirit of the air!
but who will worship you?’ she asked, ‘not I

‘though you be the first and only man – and, why,
even if you were the last, I wouldn’t care
no matter how you hate me; I will die

‘merciless like angels I will fly
I’ll haunt your dreams, a succubus, a mare
but who will worship you?’ she asked, ‘not I

‘though beautiful you are; love is my
domain and one, with you, I will not share
no matter how you hate me; I will die

‘and she who follows me will also cry
with rage when knowledge lays her bare
but who will worship you?’ she asked, ‘not I

‘not on my back, not on my knees; I will lie
in the hearts of men, of all, you’ll find me there
no matter how you hate me; I will die
but who will worship you?’ she asked, ‘not I’