THE DARK WOMAN

My dark, wild woman of the braes,

I know your heart, I know your ways,

I know the raw, sweet food you taste,

I love the colours‘ round your waist.

Ribbons of green and gold you wear,

Threaded about your shadowy hair,

My colours — and your eyes are mine,

Dark as the deeps of love — and wine.

I wake with you at budding Dawn,

Leaving this life of dew-spread lawn,

To join your spirit in the wild,

Your brother, lover, or your child.

Take me upon your savage breast,

Teach me your calms and your unrest.

Take me, I know the jungle cry,

Teach me your love, or let me die.