After you Speak by Edward Thomas — Read

After you speak And what you meant Is plain, My eyes Meet yours that mean -- With your cheeks and hair -- Something more wise, More dark, And far different.

Even so the lark Loves dust And nestles in it The minute Before he must Soar in lone flight So far, Like a black star He seems -- A mote Of singing dust Afloat Above, That dreams And sheds no light.

I know your lust Is love.