This admirer of woman's eyes says:—
Where light is ever playing,
Where love in depth of shadow holds his throne.
And he talks of the pleasing hours he has spent—
Watching and pursuing
The light that lies in woman's eyes.
And at another time he says:—
Poor wisdom's chance
Against a glance
Is just as weak as ever.
In the beautiful melody of holy eyes, the poet reminds us of the great spirit Shakespeare, he says:—
In her eyes a saintly lustre beams,
And that most calm and holy confidence,
That guilt knows never.
Those who admire one of Scotland's poets (Robert Burns) may find many a characteristic reference to the eye; his song to Clarinda:—
We part; but by these precious drops
That fill thy lovely eyes!
No other light shall guide my steps,
Till thy bright beams arise.
He evinces his belief in the sympathy of the eye, in many ballads. In that to lovely Nancy is this charming line:—
Turn away those eyes of love.
And again, in the ballad, "O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet," he says:—
Her golden hair, beyond compare,
Comes trinkling down her snowy neck,
And her two eyes, like stars in skies,
Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck.
Again, when describing Peggy's charms, he says:—
The lily's hue, the rose's dye,
