Then I Would Love You
Were you to come,With your clear gray eyesAs calmly placid as, in summer's heat,At noon-tide lie the sultry skies;With your dark brown hairAs smoothly quiet as the leavesWhen stirs no cooling breath of air;And, shorn of smile, your full, red lipsPrest firmly close as the chaliced budBefore the nectar-quaffing bee ere sips,I would not know you,I would not love you.
But, should you come,With your love-bright eyesDancing gaily as, on summer's eve,The stars adown the western skies;With your hair wind-caughtAnd circled round your shining faceIn fashion which no hand ere wrought;And your full, red lips poised saucily,As the slender moon mid a hundred stars,And held aloof in daring taunt to me,Then I would know you,Then I would love you.
