Rupert Brooke’s “Libido”

How should I know? The enormous wheels of will 
  Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. 
Night was void arms and you a phantom still, 
  And day your far light swaying down the street. 
As never fool for love, I starved for you;
  My throat was dry and my eyes hot to see. 
Your mouth so lying was most heaven in view, 
  And your remembered smell most agony. 
  
Love wakens love! I felt your hot wrist shiver 
  And suddenly the mad victory I planned
  Flashed real, in your burning bending head…
My conqueror’s blood was cool as a deep river 
  In shadow; and my heart beneath your hand 
  Quieter than a dead man on a bed.