My poor and perished soul at the joy of you!
The man answers and she mocks:
You’re a fool, woman. I love you, and you know I do!
—Lord, take his love away, it makes him whine.
And I give you everything that you want me to.
—Lord, dear Lord, do you think he ever can shine?
GREEN
The dawn was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.