Sara Teasdale

If you have forgotten water lilies floating

On a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade,

If you have forgotten their wet, sleepy fragrance…

One star is lighted in the west,

      Two in the zenith glow.

For a moment I have forgotten

      Wars and women who mourn—

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,

And swallows circling with their shimmering sound…

My soul lives in my body's house,

      And you have both the house and her—

But sometimes she is less your own

      Than a wild, gay adventurer…

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love…