How should I know? The enormous wheels of will <br /> Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. <br />Night was void arms and you a phantom still, <br /> And day your far light swaying down the street. <br />As never fool for love, I starved for you; <br /> My throat was dry and my eyes hot to see. <br />Your mouth so lying was most heaven in view, <br /> And your remembered smell most agony. <br /> <br />Love wakens love! I felt your hot wrist shiver <br /> And suddenly the mad victory I planned <br /> Flashed real, in your burning bending head. . . . <br />My conqueror's blood was cool as a deep river <br /> In shadow; and my heart beneath your hand <br /> Quieter than a dead man on a bed.<br /><br />Rupert Brooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/libido-3/
