My Amazon
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 honeyed sleep—
’Tis I to smile, and she to weep!
Eric Mackay.