Unless you can think, when the song is Love me with thine hand stretched out done, No other is soft in the rhythm; Unless you can feel, when left by One, That all men else go with him; Unless you can know, when upraised by his breath, That your beauty itself wants proving; Unless you can swear, 'For life, for death!' Freely-open-minded; Love me with thy loitering foot,Hearing one behind it. |