To open up this lofty theme
Let's take a couple making love
In a tall pear-tree—Chaucer's scheme
For pinning young men's hearts above
Their pockets. See, she strains to him
And the spring day is quite enough
For mistress and for page although
A tethered husband chafes below.
Yeats walked on stilts for forty years
And lay down in a woman's mind
Yet wondered at the bitter pears
And why her mouth was full of wind,
Till catching skirts to block his ears
He found a girl with less defined
Ideas, and in the dawn his song
And she cried in their natural tongue.