59. LIX. THE SECOND DANCE-SONG.
"Into thine eyes gazed I lately, O Life: gold saw I gleam in thy night-eyes,--
my heart stood still with delight:
--A golden bark saw I gleam on darkened waters, a sinking, drinking,
reblinking, golden swing-bark!
At my dance-frantic foot, dost thou cast a glance, a laughing, questioning,
melting, thrown glance:
Twice only movedst thou thy rattle with thy little hands--then did my feet
swing with dance-fury.--
My heels reared aloft, my toes they hearkened,--thee they would know: hath
not the dancer his ear--in his toe!
Unto thee did I spring: then fledst thou back from my bound; and towards
me waved thy fleeing, flying tresses round!
Away from thee did I spring, and from thy snaky tresses: then stoodst thou
there half-turned, and in thine eye caresses.
With crooked glances--dost thou teach me crooked courses; on crooked
courses learn my feet--crafty fancies!
I fear thee near, I love thee far; thy flight allureth me, thy seeking
secureth me:--I suffer, but for thee, what would I not gladly bear!
For thee, whose coldness inflameth, whose hatred misleadeth, whose flight
enchaineth, whose mockery--pleadeth:
--Who would not hate thee, thou great bindress, inwindress, temptress,
seekress, findress! Who would not love thee, thou innocent, impatient,
wind-swift, child-eyed sinner!
Whither pullest thou me now, thou paragon and tomboy? And now foolest thou
me fleeing; thou sweet romp dost annoy!
I dance after thee, I follow even faint traces lonely. Where art thou?
Give me thy hand! Or thy finger only!
Here are caves and thickets: we shall go astray!--Halt! Stand still!
Seest thou not owls and bats in fluttering fray?