My dark, wild woman of the braes,
I know your heart, I know your ways,
I know the raw, sweet food you taste,
I love the colours‘ round your waist.
Ribbons of green and gold you wear,
Threaded about your shadowy hair,
My colours — and your eyes are mine,
Dark as the deeps of love — and wine.
I wake with you at budding Dawn,
Leaving this life of dew-spread lawn,
To join your spirit in the wild,
Your brother, lover, or your child.
Take me upon your savage breast,
Teach me your calms and your unrest.
Take me, I know the jungle cry,
Teach me your love, or let me die.