The Man Against the Sky: A Book of Poems

Another Dark Lady

     Think not, because I wonder where you fled,
     That I would lift a pin to see you there;
     You may, for me, be prowling anywhere,
     So long as you show not your little head:
     No dark and evil story of the dead
     Would leave you less pernicious or less fair—
     Not even Lilith, with her famous hair;
     And Lilith was the devil, I have read.
     I cannot hate you, for I loved you then.
     The woods were golden then.  There was a road
     Through beeches; and I said their smooth feet showed
     Like yours.  Truth must have heard me from afar,
     For I shall never have to learn again
     That yours are cloven as no beech's are.