DEEP in the moving depths Of yellow wine, I swore I'd 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 o'er 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 maid's dark lash I swore you'd drown, Sink in the laughing blue— Give in, go down: But no! you bathed there Right joyously, And from her liquid eyes You laughed at me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEATH IN THE DESERT by ROBERT BROWNING LET THE LIGHT ENTER (THE DYING WORDS OF GOETHE) by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER EYES AND TEARS by ANDREW MARVELL OUR LADY'S LULLABY by RICHARD ROWLANDS MY CREED by HOWARD ARNOLD WALTER LACHRYMAE MUSARUM (THE DEATH OF TENNYSON) by WILLIAM WATSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 12. THE CREATOR by EDWIN ARNOLD |