WHEN you and my true lover meet
And he plays tunes between your feet.
Speak no evil of the soul,
Nor think that body is the whole,
For I that am his daylight lady
Know worse evil of the body;
But in honour split his love
Till either neither have enough,
That I may hear if we should kiss
A contrapuntal serpent hiss,
You, should hand explore a thigh,
All the labouring heavens sigh.
The Lady's Third Song
William Butler Yeats
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Poem topics: I love you, kiss, soul, hear, true, speak, lady, split, serpent, evil, love, body, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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