Why are you always calm like this, and cold?

Oh, do you never, reckless, once give way

And sweep that ordered mind with what you say

In gusts of temper blazing uncontrolled?

Why do you never rage and storm and beat

Your hard-clenched fists upon a table top?

Are you so much your master that you stop

Before you scream or stamp your two small feet?

But more than this - do you yield to the bright

Breathlessness of love - once; or thirst for wine

Or want to lie in open fields all night

To let the cool moon drench you, see the shine

Of stars light up your hair? You may be right

In being calm, but you can not be mine.