Female

#listen-container { display: inline-block; padding: 9px 15px; background: #10578E; cursor: pointer; transition: all 0.3s ease; border: 1px solid #1791ef; border-bottom: 1px solid #156caf; -webkit-box-shadow: 0 1px 0 #156caf; -moz-box-shadow: 0 1px 0 #156caf; box-shadow: 0 1px 0 #156caf; } #listen-container:hover { background: #2f9cf1; } #listen-container a { color: #fff; } .listen-container-svg { fill: #fff; height: 20px; width: 22px; margin-right: 5px; } #text-player { margin-right: 0; display: inline-block; font-size: 16px; top: -3px; position: relative; float: none; font-family: "Roboto","sans-serif"; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; } Listen to this Poem Your browser does not support the audio element. It was the other way round: God waved his slow wand And the creature became a woman, Imperceptibly, retaining its body, Nose, brow, lips, eyes, And the face that was like a flower On the neck's stem. The man turned to her Crazy with the crushed smell Of her hair; and her eyes warned him To keep off. And she spoke to him with the voice Of his own conscience, and the rippled there In the shade. So he put his hands to his face, while her forked laughter Played on him, and his leaves fell Silently round him, and he hung there On himself, waiting for the God to see.