I will not reason, wrestle here with you, br Though you pursue and worry me about; br As well put forth my swarthy arm to stop br The wild wind howling, darkly mad without. br br The night is yours for revels; day will light. br I will not fight you, bold and tigerish, br For I am weak, while you are gaining strength; br Peace! cease tormenting me to have your wish. br br But when you're filled and sated with the flesh, br I shall go swiftly to the silver stream, br To cleanse my body for the spirit's sake, br And sun my limbs, and close my eyes to dream.