57292: Girl to Soldier on Leave

I love you---Titan lover,
My own storm-days' Titan.
Greater than the son of Zeus,
I know whom I would choose.
Titan---my splendid rebel---
The old Prometheus
Wanes like a ghost before your
power---
His pangs were joys to yours.
Pallid days arid and wan
Tied your soul fast.
Babel-cities' smoky tops
Pressed upon your growth
Weary gyves. What were you
But a word in the brain's ways,
Or the sleep of Circe's swine?
One gyve holds you yet.
It held you hiddenly on the Somme
Tied from my heart at home.
O must it loosen now? I wish
You were bound with the old old
gyves.
Love! you love me---your eyes
Have looked through death at mine.
You have tempted a grave too much.
I let you---I repine.