And are you always cold, precise, like this

And do you never, reckless once give way

To gusts of temper, or in quick delight

Show clean clear mind in what you say?

And do you never wish with sharp desire

For what you may not have, and , storming,

Beat your hard-clenched fists upon a table top,

Cry out in anger, stamp your two small feet?

Oh, do you never, then, impulsive, once,

Give way to love, or maddened thirst for wine,

Or want to lie in open fields all night

And 1et the cool moon drench you, and the shine

Of stars fall over you? How can you be

This cold, restrained, young person whom I see?