SHE glanced across the path to me
Grey eyes!
Her looks were kisses plain to see
I gave her glances back to her—
Glad eyes!
She saw the lifting of despair
From memory a face looked out
Dim eyes!
No years could sour that love to doubt
My soul would nevermore be lone—
Bride's eyes!
Hearts still were waiting for my own
Our souls uncurtained then, perchance—
Deep eyes!
Each built an epoch in a glance
Out of her fellowship so free
Light eyes!
She gave some gladness unto me
And I gave? As we turned apart—
Dead eyes!
I saw the shudder in her heart