And as for yourself, what do you know?
That you stirred prehistory in your lover?
What passion was it welled from the long-dead
in him? What women were there who hated you?
What men of darkness did you rouse in young veins?
What dead children reached their arms to you?
O, gently, gently then! Let him watch you
at some steady, everyday task - lovingly, lead him
close up to the garden, give him whatever might
outweigh the nights...
Hold him back...
Rainer Maria Rilke, Elegy III - Duino Elegies