Poems (Chitwood)/To ———

by Mary Louisa Chitwood

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TO ———.

Like the blue tranquil azure of summer's fair skies,
Is the calm, holy light of thy beautiful eyes—
They haunt me, they haunt me, those beautiful eyes.

In anger, how flashing they burn on my soul,
Till my heart must obey, while the glance can control
My words and my actions—one glance can control.

But when with affection they look into mine,
My heart is allured by those glances of thine—
Enchanted, allured by those glances of thine.

Oh! e'er may those glances shine out on my way,
Like stars at the holy and soft hush of day—
On heaven's blue bosom, as the soft hush of day.

Remove not, remove not these glances of love,
Let them shine on my spiritlike stars from above—
Let them light my heart's cell, like the pure stars above.

Oh! let their affection beam sweetly in mine;
While my soul feels thy truth by those glancings of thine—
In the calm, holy light of those blue eyes of thine.