What sort of man is coming To
lie between your feet? What
matter, we are but women. Wash;
make your body sweet; I
have cupboards of dried fragrance I
can strew the sheet. The Lord have mercy upon us. He
shall love my soul as though Body
were not at all, He
shall love your body Untroubled
by the soul, Love
cram love's two divisions Yet
keep his substance whole. The Lord have mercy upon us. Soul
must learn a love that is proper
to my breast, Limbs
a Love in common With
every noble beast. If
soul may look and body touch, Which
is the more blest? The Lord have mercy upon us. |
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