Were you to come, <br />With your clear, gray eyes <br />As calmly placid as, in summer's heat, <br />At noontide lie the sultry skies; <br />With your dark, brown hair <br />As smoothly quiet as the leaves <br />When stirs no cooling breath of air; <br />And shorn of smile, your full, red lips <br />Prest firmly close as the chaliced bud, <br />Before the nectar-quaffing bee ere sips; <br />I would not know you. <br />I would not love you. <br /> <br />But should you come <br />With your love-bright eyes <br />Dancing gaily as, on summer's eve, <br />The stars adown the Western skies; <br />With your hair, wind-caught <br />And circled round your shining face <br />In fashion which no hand ere wrought; <br />And your full, red lips poised saucily, <br />As the slender moon midst an hundred stars, <br />And held aloof in daring taunt to me, <br />Then I would know you, <br />Then I would love you.<br /><br />Joseph Seamon Cotter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/then-i-would-love-you/
