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.