Poems (Denver)/Those Eyes
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THOSE EYES.
Have they no bottom to their depths, Those eyes, those well-like eyes of thine? I long to see an image there— Perchance I may see mine.
So softly still, so deeply blue, Like skies with starry gems inset, Looking in troubled beauty down, They gaze upon one yet.
I would, I would that I might trace Some little passion in those eyes—Might see one single imaged face Upon their surface rise!
Like hieroglyphics, traced with care On antique monumental stone, I see a world of meaning there, Yet can decipher none.
I've heard it said that eyes were made The mirrors of the human soul; But upon thine a spell is laid; Thy heart hath learned control.
Down to thy heart I would look through Those telescopic eyes of thine; Perchance some face might meet my view— Perchance I might see mine.