I wish this could have been for you..

Love me, not as the dreaming nurses
my falling lungs, nor as the cypress
in his age the lass's clay.
love me and lift your mask

Love me, not as he girls in heaven
their airy lovers, nor the mermaiden
her salty lovers in the sea.
love me and lift your mask

Love me, not as the ruffling pigeon
the tops of trees, nor as the legion
of gulls the lip of waves
love me and lift your mask.

Love me, as loves the mole his darkness
and the timid deer the tigress:
hate and fear by your two loves
love me and lift your mask