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A SPIRITUAL WOMAN

CLOSE your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;
            They have taught you to see
     Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things,
     A cunning algebra in the faces of men,
            And God like geometry
     Completing his circles, and working cleverly.

     I'll kiss you over the eyes till I kiss you blind;
            If I can—if any one could.
     Then perhaps in the dark you'll have got what you
              want to find.
     You've discovered so many bits, with your clever
              eyes,
            And I'm a kaleidoscope
     That you shake and shake, and yet it won't come to
              your mind.
     Now stop carping at me.—But God, how I hate you!
            Do you fear I shall swindle you?
     Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will
              abate you
     Somehow?—so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so
              cautious, you
     Must have me all in your will and your consciousness—
            I hate you.