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in the moving depths Of yellow wine, I swore I'd drown your face, love of mine; All clad in yellow hue, So fair to see, You crouched within my cup And laughed at me.

Twice o'er a learned page I turned and tossed, For would I not forget The love I lost? All stern and robed in gloom, You read it too; I could not see the words— Saw only you.

Within the hungry chase I thought to kill You, love, who haunted thus Without my will; But in the gentle gaze Of fawn and deer, Your eyes disarmed my hand, And shook my spear.