The Dark Woman

My dark, wild woman of the braes, I know your heart, I know your ways, I know the raw, sweet food you taste, I love the colours ’round your waist.

Ribbons of green and gold you wear, Threaded about your shadowy hair, My colours--and your eyes are mine, Dark as the deeps of love--and wine.

I wake with you at budding Dawn, Leaving this life of dew-spread lawn, To join your spirit in the wild, Your brother, lover, or your child.

Take me upon your savage breast, Teach me your calms and your unrest. Take me, I know the jungle cry, Teach me your love, or let me die.