Love

Deep in the moving depths             Of yellow wine,      I swore Id drown your face,             O love of mine;      All clad in yellow hue,             So fair to see,      You crouched within my cup             And laughed at me.      Twice oer a learned page             I turned and tossed,      For would I not forget             The love I lost.      All stern and robed in gloom,             You read it too,      I could not see the words-             Saw only you.      Within the hungry chase             I thought to kill      You, love, who haunted thus             Without my will,      But in the gentle gaze             Of fawn and deer,      Your eyes disarmed my hand,             And shook my spear.      Beneath a maids dark lash             I swore youd drown,      Sink in the laughing blue-             Give in, go down:      But no! you bathd there             Right joyously,      And from her liquid eyes             You laughed at me.