If she should come to me again I'd be
wise to the veiléd vanities of woman,
I'd listen with my eyes to symphony
sculptured purely from affliction human,
I'd stand without the gates of pity-pain
on greenless earth, without curse or care
or prayer, if she should rapture me again
The might of mind would flood the wind of her.
From two illusions I would pick the winner -
lips and eyes - . The hill-goats that nibble
with wobbly lips. O heart, this to a beginn[er]
is a tip as good as ten. No trouble
my eyes know the love-prophecy, my jaw
ape-babble a god-truth in a beggared ca[]
