All old fair things are in their places, I count them over, and miss but one; The April flowers are running races, The green world stretches its arms to the sun; The nuptial dance of the days is begun — The same young stars in the same old skies; And all that was lost again is won — But where have they hidden those great eyes? All have come back — dogwood and daisies — All things ripple and riot and run; Swallow and swallow in aery mazes, A fairy frolic of fire and fun; The same old enchanted web is spun, With diamond dews for the same old flies; Yet all is new, spite of Solomon — But where have they hidden those great eyes? Lovely as love are the new-born faces — God knows they are fair to look upon; And my heart goes out to the young embraces, To the flight of the young to the young; But, Time, what is it that thou hast done? For my heart 'mid all the blossom cries: "Roses are many, the Rose is gone — Ah! where have they hidden those great eyes?" ENVOI Prince, I bring you my April praises, But O! on my heart a shadow lies; For a face I see not at all my gaze is — Ah! where have they hidden those great eyes? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN OF PAN by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TO RICH GIVERS by WALT WHITMAN BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LILIES: 26. THE PSYCHE-SERVICE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) HYMNE (TO BE SUNG WITH THREE VOICES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT MOUNT RUSHMORE by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN DEEP SUMMER by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: FRANCIS FURINI by ROBERT BROWNING |