Were you to come, br With your clear, gray eyes br As calmly placid as, in summer's heat, br At noontide lie the sultry skies; br With your dark, brown hair br As smoothly quiet as the leaves br When stirs no cooling breath of air; br And shorn of smile, your full, red lips br Prest firmly close as the chaliced bud, br Before the nectar-quaffing bee ere sips; br I would not know you. br I would not love you. br br But should you come br With your love-bright eyes br Dancing gaily as, on summer's eve, br The stars adown the Western skies; br With your hair, wind-caught br And circled round your shining face br In fashion which no hand ere wrought; br And your full, red lips poised saucily, br As the slender moon midst an hundred stars, br And held aloof in daring taunt to me, br Then I would know you, br Then I would love you.