I Found That Ivory Image There Dancing With Her Chosen Youth, But When He Wound Her Coal-Black Hair As Though To Strangle Her, No Scream Or Bodily Movement Did I Dare, Eyes Under Eyelids Did So Gleam; Love Is Like The Lion'S Tooth. When She, And Though Some Said She Played I Said That She Had Danced Heart'S Truth, Drew A Knife To Strike Him Dead, I Could But Leave Him To His Fate; For No Matter What Is Said They Had All That Had Their Hate; Love Is Like The Lion'S Tooth. Did He Die Or Did She Die? Seemed To Die Or Died They Both? God Be With The Times When I Cared Not A Thraneen For What Chanced So That I Had The Limbs To Try Such A Dance As There Was Danced - Love Is Like The Lion'S Tooth.