Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BEAUTIFUL EYES, by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS


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First Line: E'en as the wand'rer for the forest's shadow
Last Line: If thine eyes did not greet me there!
Subject(s): Beauty; Eyes


I.

E'EN as the wand'rer for the forest's shadow
Doth sadly yearn,
When naught save deserts bare, no tree nor meadow,
Can he discern;

E'en as the convict in his dungeon lying
The night doth greet,
When, on dream pinions, joy and sunshine flying
Make his woe sweet, --

So in thine eyes' soft, shadow-cool recesses
My worn heart lies,
Till, freed from burdens of grief's sore distresses,
It heav'nward flies!

II.

Earnest, mystic, wondrous past ken,
Turn ye not, dark eyes, away!
Be my cradle, be my heaven,
And cool grave of grief, I pray.

For your mystic depths aye yearning
Ceaseless seeks my soul its bliss,
Peace and happiness discerning
Only in your dark abyss.

III.

Oh, eye that with such magic flashes,
Tell me, what dost thou dream,
When on thy long and silken lashes
Tear-drops like diamonds gleam?

Perchance 't is of the tender flower
Which for thy sake hath bloomed,
And forth its chaste, pure soul did pour
To be in thee entombed.

Lov'st thou the lily white and slender
Which in thy depths doth live,
And for whose growth, with care so tender,
Dews precious thou dost give?

IV.

Although thine eyes are fathomless,
I fain would gaze therein;
The flow'rets with such tempting stress
Lure me, my heart to win.

I lower bend, and gazing stay;
Still my glance fixed I keep,
While Innocence beside the way
For her lost child doth weep.

V.

When I to gaze in thine eyes dare,
The world to me looks doubly fair;

When bright and cheerful is my mind,
I think that every heart is kind;

Forget all cares that haunt my way,
Nay, e'en the coming Judgment Day.

Thine eye my life-fount surely hath;
It calms my heart and cools my wrath.

Oh, do not trembling from me shrink,
Permit my soul thy gaze to drink!

Let not thy lashes from me quite
Conceal what is my life's sweet light;

And when within my grave I lie,
Look down on me with loving eye!

The light of thy gaze on me pour,
It is more dear than wreath or flow'r.

The joys of heaven I would not share,
If thine eyes did not greet me there!





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