The Lot Of Love Is Chosen. I Learnt That Much Struggling For An Image On The Track Of The Whirling Zodiac. Scarce Did He My Body Touch, Scarce Sank He From The West Or Found A Subtetranean Rest On The Maternal Midnight Of My Breast Before I Had Marked Him On His Northern Way, And Seemed To Stand Although In Bed I Lay. I Struggled With The Horror Of Daybreak, I Chose It For My Lot! If Questioned On My Utmost Pleasure With A Man By Some New-Married Bride, I Take That Stillness For A Theme Where His Heart My Heart Did Seem And Both Adrift On The Miraculous Stream Where -- Wrote A Learned Astrologer -- The Zodiac Is Changed Into A Sphere.