O My Enchanter

O you who bewitch me with those eyes, I love you to madness.
I see you with another — why do the suspicions of you come true?
Who is he, then, this companion — the intruder, the liar, the traitor?
He is not worthy of this beauty of yours — how then can you betray?
I was envied for you — and people envy every blessing.
After the gentle quiet, after the happiness and calm,
I saw you playing so freely, singing on to the edge of wantonness.
Answer me — you blush! From where were you taught these arts?
I knew you a lover of great fidelity, of great charm;
has some vanity beguiled you, has some madness come over you?
If your promise is a debt, then how many debts you owe me!