Deep Analysis

I am a woman lying on a leaf;
Leaf is silver, my flesh is golden,
Comely at all points, but I became your grief 
When you would not listen

Through your one youth, whatever you pursued 
So singly, that 1 would be,
Desiring to kiss your arms and your straight side 
- Why would you not let me?

Why would you never relax, except for sleep,
Face turned at the wall,
Denying the downlands, wheat, and the white sheep? 
And why was all

Your body sharpened against me, vigilant,
Watchful, when all I meant
Was to make it bright, that it might stand 
Burnished before my tent?

I could not follow your wishes, but I know 
If they assuaged you
It would not be crying in this dark, your sorrow,
It would not be crying, so

That my own heart drifts and cries, having no death 
Because of the darkness,
Having only your grief under my mouth 
Because of the darkness.