A strong power calls from the left hand   Across the waters deep   a strong power calls from the left hand   let all things sleep or weep      oh the queen of love, you have unwove my eyes   and my heart will not sleep      the eye would sleep but the mind would rise   I must needs walk down God's eyebrows   and along the street of his eyes   look for me and you will see me in my red cloak   swimming determined   as God's blood flows      creatures of grief you beg from the thief   I will not carry home your sacks of sorrow   but I will pay the fiddler good silver if he smiles   pray God he see tomorrow      and the fine fine girls that are into it   and my eyes with salt water swim   and we disputing with a brittle gaiety   upon the world's rim   if I sought to love you with my body   it would be with a bent back   unto the day of doom      Oh the Queen of Love   I am in her heart   she is in my room      and together alone we clasp hands   and in each other's eyes walk the endless shore   and below I have my duty to perform in the song   and that that I was   you will see it no more      the snow is on the hills of my heart   and to speak is to die   the men at arms do seek to mark me   and the monks raise hue and cry   seek me in vain on Golgotha   or in fear's hollow   for the way I take today   only the true may follow      the ancestors in stone armour   calling for loyalty untrue   seek to make a zigzag of the arrow's flight   it is so swaddled in the bands of form   but I am girdled with the storm   and cloaked with the night   I am not to be seen or found   save only in what I cause   standing outside on the inside outside   perfectingness and flaws      how will I say where I end   or where you begin   how will I say, what shall I play   shall it be you or the wild wind   as Pan with the unsane eyes   or with the wild horns   or when I am crowned with the paper crown   or with the crown of thorns      a strong power compels distortion from the right hand   fleece to the grey wolves   fangs to the grey sheep   but the Queen of Love she strokes   my body alive, that I do not sleep.   The doctor brews potions and pills   to open his own front door   and the locksmith makes strong bolts   to bar his gates to every new breeze that blows   shall I now put lion's ears upon my ears   hear every sound as a roar   shall I now put mouse's eyes upon my eyes   gauge the moon for size against my paw      while the Queen of Love   she sings to me   from above and beyond the world      and I observe my mind   it is playing ignorant boy   while at her feet I am curled      and I remember all female movements so well   of such a form to bring much joy and ease much care   to perfume and let fall the coloured gown   and to let down the curling hair.      But now I play seed thrower   and I will play three-legged man   I will play dream weaver and day bringer   and catch as catch can      While the Queen of Love   she swims like a silver dove in my mind's room   and my body sleepwalks down the road   in a warm dark swoon