Hard have you won her, and must hold as fast! br She is Love's reveller — those tawny eyes br Are up and down still in warm passion cast, br And woe betide the soul whom they surprise! br Yet is she yours — you deem not for a while. br But have you felt the fiery stress of her? br It is a woman's, yet a serpent's smile br A Cleopatra yields her worshipper. br The cruel sweetness of her beauty lurks br In all her lovers' ruin; none may dare br To toy with her but love like poison works br To madness or the sorrow of despair: — br And you — the Antony of her desire? br Her love is still as a consuming fire.