No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. <br />I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, <br />For my surrounding air hath a new lightness; <br />Slight are her arms, yet they have bound me straitly <br />And left me cloaked as with a gauze of aether; <br />As with sweet leaves; as with subtle clearness. <br />Oh, I have picked up magic in her nearness <br />To sheathe me half in half the things that sheathe her. <br />No, no! Go from me. I have still the flavour, <br />Soft as spring wind that's come from birchen bowers. <br />Green come the shoots, aye April in the branches, <br />As winter's wound with her sleight hand she staunches, <br />Hath of the trees a likeness of the savour: <br />As white their bark, so white this lady's hours.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-virginal/
