Your dear bright head against my coat.
Let me tear loose the furs that screen
The ivory column of your throat.
Now, yield your hungry lips to mine,
You passionate child! You cling so tight,
The blood goes to my head like wine,
As we race, breathless, through the night.
How the time flies! We’re nearly there.
Now grow sedate and proud once more—
Put back your furs, bind up your hair,