DEAR Eyes, set deep within the shade Of Love's pale alabaster brow; Of what strange substance are ye made, That such enchantments on me now, Resistless, by your grace are laid? Ye are the stars, that do control The tides of my obedient mind: Ye are the founts whereat my soul In thirst may cool assuagement find: The soothing balm to make me whole. Ye are the deeps, in whose retreat Refuge I find from bounding sin: Ye are the paths, by which my feet Move onward to God's peace within: The abode where all pure memories meet. Dear Eyes, dear Eyes, my health ye bring 'Mid every circumstance of fate! In what true numbers shall I sing The glory and virtues of your state, Whence for my soul all grace doth spring? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD'S BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |