BLACK EYES AND BLUE.

By Thomas Gent

Blue eyes and jet

Fell out one morn,

Azure cried in a pet,

“Away, dark scorn!—

“We are brilliant and blue

“As the waves of the sea —

“And as cold and untrue

“And as changeable ye.

“We are born of the sky,

“Of a summer night,

“When the first stars lie

“In a bed of blue light;

“From the cloudy zone

“Round the setting sun,

“Like an angel's throne,

“Are our glories won.”

“Pretty ladies, hold,”

Cupid said to the eyes —

For beauties that scold

“Are seldom wise;

“‘ Tis not colour I seek

“Love's fires to impart —

“Give me eyes that can speak

“From the depths of the heart.”