In the arms of Clarinda I’m longing to be,

Next the heart of my lover sweet beating for me.

I will feel it, and hear it—her whispering, low,

“I do love you, l love you, l do love you so.”

And the face of Clarinda finds glad ribs to press

And the hands of Clarinda slide over my chest,

And the life of our spirits in body is one,

As the light of the moon is the soul of the sun.

Oh, Clarinda, my darling, l’m longing for you,

To be with you, speak with you, sleep with you, too.

I will hold you and kiss you till time is not more

Than a life-space of love for the star adore!