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