Thro’ half-closed lids, and only to be blind
With asphodils! Shall these things ever be?
Surely the time is ripe to live for this
Dawn, springing radiant from her sleep to find
A world of lovers waiting for her kiss.
THE DARK WOMAN
My dark, wild woman of the braes,
I know your heart, I know your ways,
I know the raw, sweet food you taste,