Is it with pain, my dear, that you shudder so?
Is it because I have hurt you with pain, my dear?
Did I shiver?--Nay, truly I did not know--
A dewdrop may-be splashed on my face down here.
Why even now you speak through close-shut teeth.
I have been too much for you--Ah, I remember!
The ground is a little chilly underneath
The leaves--and, dear, you consume me all to an ember.
You hold yourself all hard as if my kisses
Hurt as I gave them--you put me away--
Ah never I put you away: yet each kiss hisses
Hot as a drop of fire wastes me away.