What lively lad most pleasured me <br />Of all that with me lay? <br />I answer that I gave my soul <br />And loved in misery, <br />But had great pleasure with a lad <br />That I loved bodily. <br /> <br />Flinging from his arms I laughed <br />To think his passion such <br />He fancied that I gave a soul <br />Did but our bodies touch, <br />And laughed upon his breast to think <br />Beast gave beast as much. <br /> <br />I gave what other women gave <br />That stepped out of their clothes. <br />But when this soul, its body off, <br />Naked to naked goes, <br />He it has found shall find therein <br />What none other knows, <br /> <br />And give his own and take his own <br />And rule in his own right; <br />And though it loved in misery <br />Close and cling so tight, <br />There's not a bird of day that dare <br />Extinguish that delight.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-last-confession/
