XVIII.

Oh, brown Eyes with long black lashes,

Young brown Eyes,

Depths of night from which there flashes

Lightning as of summer skies,

Beautiful brown Eyes!

In your veiled mysterious splendour

Passion lies

Sleeping, but with sudden tender

Dreams that fill with vague surmise

Beautiful brown Eyes.

All my soul, with yearning shaken,

Asks in sighs —

Who will see your heart awaken,

Love's divine sunrise

In those young brown Eyes?