THERE are eyes that look through us, With the power to undo us, Eyes of the lovingest, tenderest blue, Clear as the heavens and as truthful too; But these are not my love's eyes, For, behold, he hath doves' eyes! There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work us harm; But these are not my love's eyes, For, behold he hath doves' eyes! There are eyes to our feeling Forever appealing; Eyes of a helpless, pleading brown, That into our very souls look down; But these are not my love's eyes, For, behold, he hath doves' eyes! Oh eyes, dearest, sweetest, In beauty completest; Whose perfectness cannot be told in a word, -- Clear and deep as the eyes of a soft, brooding bird; These, these are my love's eyes, For, behold, he hath doves' eyes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON, FR. THE HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ARCADIA: THE BARGAIN by PHILIP SIDNEY THE LAST RACE by ERNEST HAROLD BAYNES AT THE VILLAGE DEPOT by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL (VERSION 2) by WILLIAM BLAKE THE STREET OF THE MANY LITTLE LOVERS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |