I wonder if with you, as it is with me, br If under your slipping words, that easily flow br About you as a garment, easily, br Your violent heart beats to and fro! br br Long have I waited, never once confessed, br Even to myself, how bitter the separation; br Now, being come again, how make the best br Reparation? br br If I could cast this clothing off from me, br If I could lift my naked self to you, br Of if only you would repulse me, a wound would be br Good; it would let the ache come through. br br But that you hold me still so kindly cold br Aloof my floating heart will not allow; br Yea, but I loathe you that you should withhold br Your pleasure now.