Her eyes and mouth both opened wide
When ‘neath the willow tree she spied
A youthful man, lain to the trunk
In self -afflicted pleasure sunk
His eyes were closed as if in dream
Against the bark he did right look
As dew on grass his flesh did gleam
And as a leaf in wind he shook
At first a rage in her did quell
But of what kind she could not tell
Though as the pang through her dispersed
She found she was with wonder cursed
Relentless as a tumbling stone
She saw, now down upon her side
And like a rock from static thrown
She followed fast, caught in the slide
Against the ground all damp and hot
Where creatures writhed within
Tremors from some distant spot
Passed by through soil, shrub, skin
Ascending like the morning lark
With midday sun they glowed
Then striking as one lightening spark
‘Twas with the nearby brook they flowed