And who is this woman, that you should br Give both heart and soul away; this rare beauty br Who has, you say, what none others br Have to give (for both forever and a day)? br br Graceful shoulders, arms like stems br Flowered soles from French gardens, br Fragrant, living like the queen br Of nature wild, no mortal sin. br br A child one moment, nymph the next, br Her throat vexing, breasts a test br Swanlike legs, beside lagoons br For one touch you'd gladly swoon br br Mortal door to human life br Her marshes damp, creation rife, br Her breath breathes flowers, half asleep- br Fields of poppies, yours to reap.