Poems (Odom)/Those Eyes
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THOSE EYES.
Dreaming shadows flit about me, Making play-things on the wall,All the household has grown silent, There is darkness in the hall.I can feel a spirit-presence Standing closely by my side,That thrills my inmost being With a dream I thought had died.
It whispers to me mockingly Of hopes that once were mine—Bright gems that on the darkness Of the present vainly shine.Tresses brightly brown and waving, Eyes of richest, rarest blue,With love's own entrancing starlight Trembling softly through the blue.
Oh, those eyes, so blue and tender, Looking love deep into mine, How they woo my weary spirit Back unto the olden shrine!Words can never paint the power Of the fairy spell that liesIn the speaking, magic circle, Of those deep, heart-searching eyes.
I can see them in the twilight, And they look up with the dew;Even in the deepest darkness They can read my being through.Ah! those dancing eyes of azure— Precious jewels of the past—Do they sparkle still as brightly As they shone upon me last?
Or within their olden lustre Does a shadowed sorrow sleep,Like the faintest cloud reflected In the bosom of the deep?Underneath those drooping lashes Lies a dream forever hid,Like a shrined and sacred relic, Shrouded 'neath a coffin lid.
But I know the restless spirit From its sepulchre must rise,And often veil the splendor Of those unforgotten eyes.I have idolized their beauty In the by-gone happy years,But I love them best when thinking They are wet with memory's tears.