Pain Anxiety The Punisher The End The Bride The
Virgin Mother At the Window Drunk Sorrow Dolor of
Autumn The Inheritance Silence Listening Brooding
Grief Lotus Hurt by the Cold Malade Liaison Troth with
the Dead Dissolute Submergence The Enkindled
Spring Reproach The Hands of the
Betrothed Excursion Perfidy A Spiritual
Woman Mating A Love Song Brother and Sister After
Many Days Blue Snap-Dragon A Passing Bell In Trouble
and Shame Elegy Grey Evening Firelight and
Nightfall The Mystic Blue
I WILL give you all my keys, You shall be my châtelaine, You shall
enter as you please, As you please shall go again.
When I hear you jingling through All the chambers of my
soul, How I sit and laugh at you In your vain housekeeping rôle.
Jealous of the smallest cover, Angry at the simplest door; Well,
you anxious, inquisitive lover, Are you pleased with what's in store?
You have fingered all my treasures, Have you not, most
curiously, Handled all my tools and measures And masculine
Over every single beauty You have had your little rapture; You
have slain, as was your duty, Every sin-mouse you could capture.
Still you are not satisfied, Still you tremble faint
reproach; Challenge me I keep aside Secrets that you may not
Maybe yes, and maybe no, Maybe there are secret places, Altars
barbarous below, Elsewhere halls of high disgraces.
Maybe yes, and maybe no, You may have it as you please, Since
I choose to keep you so, Suppliant on your curious knees.