THERE are three things which fill my heart with sighs, And steep my soul in laughter (when I view Fair maiden-forms moving like melodies) -- Dimples, roselips, and eyes of any hue. There are three things beneath the blessed skies For which I live -- black eyes and brown and blue: I hold them all most dear; but oh! black eyes, I live and die, and only die in you. Of late such eyes looked at me -- while I mused, At sunset, underneath a shadowy plane, In old Bayona nigh the southern sea -- From an half-open lattice looked at me. I saw no more -- only those eyes -- confused And dazzled to the heart with glorious pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOURTH OF JULY by JOHN PIERPONT IN YOUTH IS PLEASURE by ROBERT WEVER FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE MORAL FABLES: THE TRIAL OF THE FOX by AESOP THE WASPS: THE TRIAL OF THE DOG by ARISTOPHANES WAR'S PEOPLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |