How should I know? The enormous wheels of will
Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet.
Night
was void arms and you a phantom still
And day your far light swaying down the street.
As never fool for
love, I starved for you;
My throat was dry and my eyes hot to see.
Your mouth so lying was most heaven
in view,
And your remembered smell most agony.
Love wakens love! I felt your hot wrist shiver
And suddenly
the mad victory I planned
Flashed real, in your burning bending head. . .
My conqueror's blood was cool
as a deep river
In shadow; and my heart beneath your hand
Quieter than a dead man on a bed.
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