Take whom you will for mistress; let me be Someone unknown in sleep or in desire, Touching your mind at evening as the sea The beach to give fluidity for fire. Call whom you will your lover; let me walk The star-etched hills of Vision by your side; Turn me your face and let me hear you talk Of mountains beyond mountains where we ride. I shall not wish your fingers in my hair, Nor yet be frightened with my lips unkissed; Even my breast forgets its aching where Is granted me the beauty I have missed. Take whom you will within your arms for rest; Make me companion of the Hopeless Quest. |