The dimples found no place to anchor and abide

Perhaps because her tresses passed of froth

Of gold about her throat

And poured in splendor to the feet that seemed afloat

O woman!

Burst apart and drenched the earth

With rain, she wept life that way

O woman!

Burst apart and drenched the earth

My dreams will hold her

Flushed from lifted brow

I love her why?

I never knew

O woman!

And all . . . it thrills and maddens me!

And yet my dreams will hold her

Flushed from lifted brow

To fingertips, with passion's ripest kisses

Crushed and molded on her lips

Her face was fair, and heart was pure,

And lips were true, and hope as golden as her hair

I should have strangled you!