What lively lad most pleasured me

    Of all that with me lay？

    I answer that I gave my soul

    And loved in misery，

    But had great pleasure with a lad

    That I loved bodily.

    Flinging from his arms I laughed

    To think his passion such

    He fancied that I gave a soul

    Did but our bodies touch，

    And laughed upon his breast to think

    Beast gave beast as much.

    I gave what other women gave

    That stepped out of their clothes，

    But when this soul， its body off，

    Naked to naked goes，

    He it has found shall find therein

    What none other knows，

    And give his own and take his own

    And rule in his own right；

    And though it loved in misery

    Close and cling so tight，

    There‘s not a bird of day that dare

    Extinguish that delight.