Her eyes are haunted, eyes that were Scarce sad when last we met. What thing is this has come to her That she may not forget? They loved, they married: it is well! But ah, what memories Are these whereof her eyes half tell, Her haunted eyes? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS FROM THE ANTIQUE (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND QUATRAIN: AMONG THE PINES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DUSK ON ENGLISH BAY by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY |