SOLICITING

Yea, yea, ’tis so.
These forms of space and time
Are garments fine and covers rich, which half reveal
And half conceal that glorious love of mine.
My darling dear! Why veils and screens?
Are you ugly? Are you proud or shy?
Are you hurt by open appearance?
Why covers and curtains, why?

Pray, strip Thee naked do, I pray Thee, do, I pray,
I’ll have no Nay, Today.