Then burned he with desire for equal life
And sucked your darling image in with eyes
That else glassed all with level apathy
In changing drift, like a still sheet of water,
And scarcely now forgave the lids their quiver.
Thus as he lay before you drinking beauty
He took the gradual glow of softened fire,
Even as your own white hand what time at evening
You hold it to a flame—ah, but you leapt
Aback before your reddening countershine!