Grey Eyes

SHE glanced across the path to me,

Grey eyes!

Her looks were kisses plain to see.

I gave her glances back to her —

Glad eyes!

She saw the lifting of despair.

From memory a face looked out,

Dim eyes!

No years could sour that love to doubt.

My soul would nevermore be lone —

Bride's eyes!

Hearts still were waiting for my own.

Our souls uncurtained then, perchance —

Deep eyes!

Each built an epoch in a glance.

Out of her fellowship so free

Light eyes!

She gave some gladness unto me.

And I gave? As we turned apart —

Dead eyes!

I saw the shudder in her heart.