To help our hearts obey.
’Tis ours to taste the kiss of your mouth
Like the faintest fume of the salt of the sunrise sea,
When the eyes of you flame as the sun of the south,
And your hair, your buoyant yellow hair is free;
’Tis ours to feel the sting of your breath
That quickens our hearts, as the waves are quicked by the wind,—
To follow you, Love, till your jealous Death
Finds us and strikes us blind (poor eyes!)
Finds us and leaves us blind.