Love in her Eyes lay Sleeping
William Forster (1818-1882), Australian poet
The love in her eyes lay sleeping,And we pledged our troth to a brimming oath
As stars that unconscious shine,
Till, under the pink lids peeping,
I wakened it up with mine;
In a bumper of blood-red wine.But still the red wine warms, and the rosy goblets glow;
Alas! too well I know
That it happened long ago;
Those memories yet remain,
And sting, like throbs of pain,
And I'm alone below,
If love be the heart's enslaver,And then the light that lasts consoles our darkening way.
'Tis wine that subdues the head.
But which has the fairest flavour,
And whose is the soonest shed?
Wine waxes in power in that desolate hour
When the glory of love is dead.
Love lives on beauty's ray,
But night comes after day,
And when the exhausted sun
His high career has run,
The stars behind him stay,
When beauty and love are over,And ripens with the suns and mellows with the spheres.
And passion has spent its rage,
And the spectres of memory hover,
And glare on life's lonely stage,
'Tis wine that remains to kindle the veins
And strengthen the steps of age.
Love takes the taint of years,
And beauty disappears,
But wine in worth matures
The longer it endures,
And more divinely cheers,
from An Anthology of Australian Verse, Edited by Bertram Stevens (1872-1922)
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