HER EYES.

BENEATH the heaven of her brows’

Unclouded noon of peace, there lies

A leafy heaven of hazel boughs

In the seclusion of her eyes;

Her troubling eyes that cannot rest;

And there's a little flame that dances

( A firefly in a grassy nest )

In the green circle of her glances;

A frolic Faun that must be hid,

Shyly, in some fantastic shade,

Where pity droops a tender lid

On laughter of itself afraid.