Daybreak
The naked pale limbs of the dawn lie sheathed in dove-white folds of lawn
But from one scarlet breast I see the cloudy cover slowly drawn.
Not all the blood of all our dead, the bright, gay blood so gaily shed,
Shines with so clear a glow as gleams your breast-flower from our candid bed.
Ah, bend above me, dear, and take my life breath with your lips and break
My body up as wheaten bread, and use my very blood to slake
Your parching sudden thirst of lust. Be cruel, love, be fierce and thrust
Your white teeth in my flesh and taste how honey-sweet is amorous dust.
Ah! slay me with your lips, ah! kill my body's strength and spirit's will
So that at dawn I need not go but lie between your breast-flowers still.
But from one scarlet breast I see the cloudy cover slowly drawn.
Not all the blood of all our dead, the bright, gay blood so gaily shed,
Shines with so clear a glow as gleams your breast-flower from our candid bed.
Ah, bend above me, dear, and take my life breath with your lips and break
My body up as wheaten bread, and use my very blood to slake
Your parching sudden thirst of lust. Be cruel, love, be fierce and thrust
Your white teeth in my flesh and taste how honey-sweet is amorous dust.
Ah! slay me with your lips, ah! kill my body's strength and spirit's will
So that at dawn I need not go but lie between your breast-flowers still.
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