Man Against the Sky: A Book of Poems — Another Dark Lady

Another Dark Lady Think not, because I wonder where you fled, That I would lift a pin to see you there;

You may, for me, be prowling anywhere, So long as you show not your little head: No dark and evil story of the dead Would leave you less pernicious or less fair-- Not even Lilith, with her famous hair;

And Lilith was the devil, I have read.

I cannot hate you, for I loved you then.

The woods were golden then.

There was a road Through beeches; and I said their smooth feet showed Like yours.

Truth must have heard me from afar, For I shall never have to learn again That yours are cloven as no beech's are.