Triumph

I.

Just for a glance from her eyes as they smiled Mocking and wild, You would have left all your dreams, all your gold, You would have sold, Just for a word or a whisper, your soul Parted or whole.

II.

Yet a poor price when the devil ... but hush! Think of the blush, Rosy as dawn and as shy, on her face.... It was a race ’Twixt you and me: you, so young, nigh a child, I, man and wild.

III.

Envy of you was my life for a spell, Now all is well; Thunders were useless which did not crush you; Wicked I grew; Till she was mine, till I lived in the skies Kissing her eyes.

IV.

King of her love now I reign and I sing: Ne’er was a king Equal to me, when my head on her breast Softly I rest, Thinking of you, with a poisoned love-dart Deep in your heart.