Louise Bogan

Spirit's Song

How well you served me above ground, 
Most truthful sight, firm-builded sound. 

And how you throve through hunger, waste, 
Sickness and health, informing taste; 

And smell, that did from dung and heather, 
Corruption, bloom, mix well together. 

But you, fierce delicate tender touch, 
Betrayed and hurt me overmuch, 

For whom I lagged with what a crew 
O far too long, and poisoned through!