I wonder if with you, as it is with me, 
If under your slipping words, that easily flow 
About you as a garment, easily, 
 Your violent heart beats to and fro! 

Long have I waited, never once confessed,
Even to myself, how bitter the separation; 
Now, being come again, how make the best 
 Reparation? 

If I could cast this clothing off from me, 
If I could lift my naked self to you,
Of if only you would repulse me, a wound would be 
 Good; it would let the ache come through. 

But that you hold me still so kindly cold 
Aloof my floating heart will not allow; 
Yea, but I loathe you that you should withhold
 Your pleasure now.