What lively maid most pleasured me
Of all that with me lay?
I answer that I gave my soul
And loved in misery,
But had great pleasure with a maid
That I loved bodily.
Flinging from her arms I laughed
To think her passion such
She fancied that I gave a soul
Did but our bodies touch,
And laughed upon her breast to think
Beast gave beast as much.
I gave what other fellow gave
That stepped out of their clothes.
But when this soul, its body off,
Naked to naked goes,
She it has found shall find therein
What none other knows.
And give her own and take her own
And rule in her own right;
And though it loved in misery
Close and cling so tight,
There's not a bird of day that dare
Extinguish that delight.
By William Butler Yeats
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