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.