Love
Vox Corporis
From Helen of Troy and Other Poems (1911)
Love
The beast to the beast is calling,
And the soul bends down to wait;
Like the stealthy lord of the jungle,
The white man calls his mate.
The beast to the beast is calling,
They rush through the twilight sweet,
But the soul is a wary hunter,
He will not let them meet.
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MLA
Teasdale, Sara. “Vox Corporis.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/195/.
Chicago
Teasdale, Sara. “Vox Corporis.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/195/.
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