A Man To A Sunflower

See, I have bent thee by thy saffron hair
            O most strange masker,
    Towards my face, thy face so full of eyes
            O almost legendary monster,
    Thee of the saffron, circling hair I bend,
    Bend by my fingers knotted in thy hair
            Hair like broad flames.
    So, shall I swear by beech-husk, spindleberry,
    To break thee, saffron hair and peering eye,
            To have the mastery?