If One Should Ask

If one should ask of me, when all afire

My ravished heart might be,

"What is thy wish, thine utmost dear desire --

One draught from some cool spring to drain, or her white face to see?" --

I should make answer, though I fainted sore,

Tho' my pale lips were dry,

"Let me behold her, ere I pass the Door;

Let me drink of her pool-deep eyes -- drink love,

drink love -- and die!"