POSSESSION

She has laid her snare And her eyes hold midnight’s sign, Like pools in a moonless land Lit up by the stars that shine; With her burning hair She has bound you, strand by strand, She holds your heart in her hand, But your soul is mine. She has set her feet In a path where roses blow, She plays with your heart, the sea Plays thus with its dead below, And the game is sweet; But your soul is here with me, O Man; it is yours and free— But it cannot go. We shall stand, we two, And her lips shall hold the sum Of notes in a syren’s tone, But mine shall be closed and dumb; And, the whole day through, Shall her eyes allure your own, But I will stand like a stone And your soul shall come.