- She hath it in her hand to give it thee,
- Yet almost in her heart would hold it back;
- She muses, with her eyes upon the track
- Of that which in thy spirit they can see.
- Haply, “Behold, he is at peace,” saith she:
- “Alas! the apple for his lips,—the dart
- That follows its brief sweetness to his heart—
- The wandering of his feet perpetually!”
- A little space her glance is still and coy;
- But if she give the fruit that works her spell, 10
- Those eyes shall flame as for her Phrygian boy;
- Then shall her bird's strained throat the woe foretell,
- And her far seas moan as a single shell,
- And through her dark grove strike the light of Troy.
Note: DGR's sonnet is inscribed on a label hanging at upper right. This version of the sonnet varies from the original text. The title is written on the balustrade in the lower center of the picture