I saw the midlands
Revolve through her hair;
The fields of
autumn
Stretching
bare,
And sheep on
the pasture
Tossed
back in a scare.
And still as ever
The world went round,
My mouth on her
pulsing
Neck was
found,
And my breast
to her beating
Breast was bound.
But my heart at the centre
Of all, in a swound
Was still as a pivot,
As all the ground
On its prowling
orbit
Shifted
round.
And still in my nostrils
The scent of her flesh,
And still my wet
mouth
Sought her
afresh;
And still
one pulse
Through
the world did thresh.
And the world all whirling
Around in joy
Like the dance of a dervish
Did destroy
My sense — and my
reason
Spun like a
toy.
But firm at the centre
My heart was found;
Her own to my perfect
Heart-beat bound,
Like a magnet’s
keeper
Closing the
round.