Dark rose—
Your voice so plaintive,
Is like a siren to me
And your candlelit hair,
Is dire, scarlet, I see—
Eyes so vast and blue even
Oceans, in sun, are blushing,
Hushing in shy tidal foams
And mist, how I live to drown
In those depths, to hear—
Light, so dear as it gathers,
To feel your lovely petals
Of rosy skin in after dream,
To know, there is no one
But you and I and the moon
And the sky and forever rest.
It was only too soon I knew,
How love in bliss could sting,
When your sad eyes looked
Westward to another,
I bare your thorns.