THE brilliant black eye May in triumph let fly All its darts without caring who feels 'em; But the soft eye of blue, Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleased when it heals 'em! Dear Fanny! The black eye may say, "Come and worship my ray; By adoring, perhaps you may move me!" But the blue eye, half hid, Says, from under its lid, "I love, and am yours, if you love me!" Dear Fanny! Then tell me, O why, In that lovely blue eye, Not a charm of its tint I discover; Or why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said "No" to a lover? Dear Fanny! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIZARD IN WORDS by MARIANNE MOORE RUGBY CHAPEL by MATTHEW ARNOLD FOOLIN' WID DE SEASONS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE NEED OF BEING VERSED IN COUNTRY THINGS by ROBERT FROST OF MONEY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE |