Dark are those eyes, a solemn blue: Yes, silent Pale-face, that is true; But I -- I watch the fires that sleep In their unfathomable deep, Seeming a smouldering night to make Solely for their own shining's sake. It's common talk you're beautiful: But I -- sometimes wonder, will Love ever leave my judgment free To see you as the world doth see -- 'All passion spent.' No more to know The very self that made you so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT KENNEBUNKPORT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE YOUNG MYSTIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE WOUND-DRESSER by WALT WHITMAN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP by EMMA HART WILLARD COMMENDATORY VERSE FOR THE FAERIE QUEENE by H. B. THE CENTAUR'S FAREWELL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |