THERE are eyes that look through us, With the power to undo us, Eyes of the lovingest, tenderest blue, Clear as the heavens and as truthful too; But these are not my love's eyes, For, behold, he hath doves' eyes! There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work us harm; But these are not my love's eyes, For, behold he hath doves' eyes! There are eyes to our feeling Forever appealing; Eyes of a helpless, pleading brown, That into our very souls look down; But these are not my love's eyes, For, behold, he hath doves' eyes! Oh eyes, dearest, sweetest, In beauty completest; Whose perfectness cannot be told in a word, -- Clear and deep as the eyes of a soft, brooding bird; These, these are my love's eyes, For, behold, he hath doves' eyes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STRAPLESS by KAREN SWENSON POE'S COTTAGE AT FORDHAM by JOHN HENRY BONER THE LOST SHEEP by SARAH PRATT MCCLAIN GREENE EPIGRAM: 118. ON GUT by BEN JONSON THOMAS HOOD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE CATARACT OF LODORE by ROBERT SOUTHEY FEBRUARY THAW by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |