Hard have you won her, and must hold as fast! <br />She is Love's reveller — those tawny eyes <br />Are up and down still in warm passion cast, <br />And woe betide the soul whom they surprise! <br />Yet is she yours — you deem not for a while. <br />But have you felt the fiery stress of her? <br />It is a woman's, yet a serpent's smile <br />A Cleopatra yields her worshipper. <br />The cruel sweetness of her beauty lurks <br />In all her lovers' ruin; none may dare <br />To toy with her but love like poison works <br />To madness or the sorrow of despair: — <br />And you — the Antony of her desire? <br />Her love is still as a consuming fire.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-reveller/
