Passion

Now Love shakes my soul, a mighty
   Wind from the high mountain falling
   Full on the oaks of the forest;

Now, limb-relaxing, it masters
   My life and implacable thrills me,
   Rending with anguish and rapture.

Now my heart, paining my bosom,
   Pants with desire as a mænad
   Mad for the orgiac revel.

Now under my skin run subtle
   Arrows of flame, and my body
   Quivers with surge of emotion.

Now long importunate yearnings
   Vanquish with surfeit my reason;
   Fainting my senses forsake me.