HER EYES

In her dark eyes dreams poetize;

The soul sits lost in love:

There is no thing in all the skies,

To gladden all the world I prize,

Like the deep love in her dark eyes,

Or one sweet dream thereof.

In her dark eyes, where thoughts arise,

Her soul's soft moods I see:

Of hope and faith, that make life wise;

And charity, whose food is sighs —

Not truer than her own true eyes

Is truth's divinity.

In her dark eyes the knowledge lies

Of an immortal sod,

Her soul once trod in angel-guise,

Nor can forget its heavenly ties,

Since, there in Heaven, upon her eyes

Once gazed the eyes of God.