Sara Teasdale - Vox Corporis

The beast to the beast is calling, <br />And the soul bends down to wait; <br />Like the stealthy lord of the jungle, <br />The white man calls his mate. <br /> <br />The beast to the beast is calling, <br />They rush through the twilight sweet, <br />But the soul is a wary hunter, <br />He will not let them meet.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vox-corporis/