MY AMAZON.
Reading edition
I.
My Love is a lady fair and free, A lady fair from over the sea, And she hath eyes that pierce my breast And rob my spirit of peace and rest.
II.
A youthful warrior, warm and young, She takes me prisoner with her tongue, Aye! and she keeps me,—on parole,— Till paid the ransom of my soul.
III.
I swear the foeman, arm'd for war From cap-à-pie, with many a scar, More mercy finds for prostrate foe Than she who deals me never a blow.
IV.
And so 'twill be, this many a day; She comes to wound, if not to slay. But in my dreams,—in honied sleep,— 'Tis I to smile, and she to weep!