Back I look into thine eyes Back into the black Back into those seas of see That all and nothing lack Into the darkness—back I peer— That neither nothing sees That never nothing new beholds And's ever new to me Back I look into thine eyes Back I gaze and dream I dream of dec'rous, spangled sod— Of all Earth's wildest things I dream I press wildflower wine To fill the absence with To see its brightness overflow Your soul's eternal width And then, when out my brightness too, I look upon your face I'll see what grace has painted young When darkness is displace'd For thee I'd press wildflower wine A dainty draught of daisies Of daffodils a vintage sweet Smooth'd 'neath Spring-light lazy I'd press for thee wildflower wine That jointly we might drink Of all the rays of brightest sun And Earth's brave pageantry For thee I'd press wildflower wine That wild might drink the wild And I would make wildflower wine To slay this jealous child I'd press for thee wildflower wine Of holy things that greet And creeping things that overgrow That place where all must meet Of things that grow (I'd make our wine) Above six deepest feet There, in the place where once we met And in the end we'll meet