Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/Thine Eyes
THINE EYES
'Tis vain to sing the glory of thine eyes—
Those merry eyes that dance and make us glad,
Those mournful eyes that glance and make us sad,
Those liquid depths of laughter and surprise
Where every shade of sweet expression lies;
Those tearful eyes where pearly dewdrops shine,
Those sunny eyes of radiance divine,
Are more to me than aught in paradise;
For when my heart is heavy with despair
I turn away from all this world of care
And gaze into their depths—then sorrow flees
And joy returns, for hidden there I see
The wondrous light of all thy love for me.
Divinest eyes! Whence are your mysteries?
Those merry eyes that dance and make us glad,
Those mournful eyes that glance and make us sad,
Those liquid depths of laughter and surprise
Where every shade of sweet expression lies;
Those tearful eyes where pearly dewdrops shine,
Those sunny eyes of radiance divine,
Are more to me than aught in paradise;
For when my heart is heavy with despair
I turn away from all this world of care
And gaze into their depths—then sorrow flees
And joy returns, for hidden there I see
The wondrous light of all thy love for me.
Divinest eyes! Whence are your mysteries?