Why even now you speak through close-shut teeth.
I have been too much for you—Ah, I remember!
The ground is a little chilly underneath [p. x]
The leaves—and, dear, you consume me all to an ember.
You hold yourself all hard as if my kisses
Hurt as I gave them—you put me away—
Ah never I put you away: yet each kiss hisses
Hot as a drop of fire wastes me away.
III
I am ashamed, you wanted me not to-night—