Susannah in the Morning

When first I saw him I was chaste and good, And he, how ruthless, pardoned not the mood. From one quick look I knew him dear, And gave the highest tribute of my fear. So I played woman to his male: How better could his power prevail! But his hot sense showed quick surprise At the slow challenge of my shaded eyes. In a closed room what fires may burn! O my cold lover will you not return? To the high night I fling my prayer: Master of chariots, drive me in the air!