Man and Woman

"There is light in the eyes of a woman,

O wanderer, bound for the sea;

And the gleam in your own eye kindles-

Oh come, make a mistress of me!"

"But it kindles to answer a sky light

That gleams thousand-eyed at the sea

In the night, when a woman sleepeth,

So the stars be a mistress for me."

"There's a swell in the breast of a woman,

O wanderer, faring to sea;

And your curls, they are soft to lie there-

Oh come, make a mistress of me!"

"What's the heave of the breast of a woman

To the swell and the heave of the sea

With her million breasts rising and falling?

Nay, the ocean's a mistress for me."

"There's a kiss on the lips of a woman,

O wanderer, seeking the sea,

That is soft and yet stings to desire-

Oh come, make a mistress of me!"

"No kiss is as soft as the wind's kiss

When she blows from the south of the sea

With the salt of her warm lips stinging-

So the wind be a mistress for me!"