WHEN you and my true lover meet <br />And he plays tunes between your feet. <br />Speak no evil of the soul, <br />Nor think that body is the whole, <br />For I that am his daylight lady <br />Know worse evil of the body; <br />But in honour split his love <br />Till either neither have enough, <br />That I may hear if we should kiss <br />A contrapuntal serpent hiss, <br />You, should hand explore a thigh, <br />All the labouring heavens sigh.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lady-s-third-song/
