“And⁠—mark their flattery⁠—stood and rubbed his flank + 

Against me. On my shaken legs I felt + 

His heart beat. And my hand that stroked him sank + 

Wrist-deep upon his shoulder in soft pelt. + 

Yes⁠ ⁠… and across my spirit as I smelt + 

The wild thing’s scent, a new, sweet wildness ran + 

Whispering of Eden-fields long lost by man. + 