Posted by:
Hugh Clary (---.denver-03rh15rt.co.dial-access.att.net)
Sounds like another one of those Crazy Jane poems.
When you and my true lover meet
And he plays tunes between your feet.
Speak no evil of the soul,
Nor think that body is the whole,
For I that am his daylight lady
Know worse evil of the body;
But in honour split his love
Till either neither have enough,
That I may hear if we should kiss
A contrapuntal serpent hiss,
You, should hand explore a thigh,
All the labouring heavens sigh.
Contrapuntal serpent hiss is interesting.
Here is a timeline where you can study who what doing what when:
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eir.library.utoronto.ca]
Yeats was born 1865, so skip down to there, or Search for Yeats.