I EYES that the morning star outshine, Veiled with their arching shade! Eyes from whose amorous deeps divine Looks forth a stainless maid! Eyes that the painter's art in vain Erewhile had burnt upon my brain,— No longer look on mine, or nevermore refrain! II Turn, turn that lustrous gaze away, Enchantress innocent! No angers in those lightnings play, No willing bolts are sent;— All childly-free those glances fly,— Nor yet the less must droop and die The heart lost unaware, and won unconsciously. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMOIR OF A PROUD BOY by CARL SANDBURG DINING-ROOM TEA by RUPERT BROOKE ELAINE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AN IMITATION OF SPENCER by JOHN ARMSTRONG WALKEN HWOME AT NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES WHITENESS, OR CHASTITY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |