1. Is this what eyes and eyelids do -
Peck eggs or pierce veils asunder?

2. I knew not that shy gazelles were killers
Till I saw my heart torn asunder.

3. O you who turn aside at dusk, dripping,
And bend abashed in your leafy nest,

4. You shunned me though I sinned not, and inclined
To boughs that sway as the breezes list.

5. You roused a sick youth's passion, his lips athirst,
Naught heals him save kisses and your breast.