Is my love
Of flesh or spirit?
I only know to me
Your eyes are wholly you.
Our glances dart
Like the flash of a bird
Gone, before the colour of his wing
Is seen.
I have not bathed my soul
In your eyes,
My soul would drown.
IV
I have starved to know your lips
Yet my soul
Does not die of want.
For only dreams are real,
And fulfilment is an illusion,
There is but one fulfilment,
Blind Nature's way—
My arms reach toward illusion,
And I would carry mist against my heart,
Not the warm, heavy head
Of a sleeping child.
Starving, I hold my dream.
V
What do you seek,
Beloved?