You'd think it was then and then only
The tongue had been placed in her head.
For there raged the voice that could soften
My very worst pains into bliss,
And those lips that embraced me so often
I dared not approach with a kiss.
A change has come surely upon her:—
The child which she yet did not wane
She flung me—then rolled the clothes on her,
And naked we both now remain.