Without Passion

Yes, I am changed. When passion warmed my blood,
What time your kisses thrilled me through and through,
There was no thing I would not dare or do
Because your manhood stormed my womanhood.
You were my lord, and all you did was good;
Through you, it seemed, my very breath I drew;
My sun-god, in whose bountiful light I grew.
Now that no more my being with joy you flood;

Because the altered blood flows tranquilly.
For the first time I see you with clear sight, —
Changed, now, indeed from Passion's deity, —
Selfish of heart, ambitious, prone to spite,
Mostly at fault, occasionally right,
Your soul's one claim, your steadfast love of me.