Classic Poem

How your eyes dazzle down into my soul!
I drink and drink of their deep violet wine,
And ever thirst the more, although my whole
Dazed being whirls in drunkenness divine.

Pout down your lips from that bewildering smile,
And kiss me for the interruption, sweet!
I had escaped you: floating for awhile
In that far cloud ablaze with living heat:

I floated with it through the solemn skies,
I melted with it up the crystal sea
Into the Heaven of Heavens; and shut my eyes
To feel eternal rest enfolding me …

Well, I prefer one tyrannous girl down here,
You jealous violet-eyed bewitcher, you!
To being lord in Mohammed's seventh sphere
Of meekest houris threescore ten and two!