Winter Afternoons

On winter afternoons, I can return  
From daily walks and, straight away, repair    
To study in your rooms; and, there, may turn    
My naked form across your bed to share    
With you my backyard view to feed your need;    
I'm privileged to occupy your thoughts;    
You teach me clearly how knowledge, caressed    
With open mind and heart, advances: leaps    
And bounds may well impress the mountain hare,    
When my mind's misbehaving out of doors;    
But, as I never note the crops, I'll bare    
More than my soul, by learning, without pause,    
From instruction, that's gleaned after each walk    
And driven by your crop upon my fault.