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.
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.