Etchings in Verse (Underhill)/The Secret
THE SECRET.
WITHIN her eyesI see strange lights, and changing dyes: Love comes and goes— Alas! who knowsThe secret of those wondrous eyes?
I watch her face,Like Psyche's in its maiden grace, Yet cannot tell If she———Ah! well,Who could? if he should see her face.
Those rose-leaf lips,Fresh moist with dew that Cupid sips— Who would not give His life to liveUpon the honey of her lips?
That warm, white handI hold a moment while I stand To say adieu: What can I do—It trembles so—but kiss her hand?
Within those eyesThe magic light of passion lies: Love never goes; For now she knowsI hold the secret of her eyes.