Her Beautiful Eyes

      O her beautiful eyes! They are as blue as the dew
      On the violet's bloom when the morning is new,
      And the light of their love is the gleam of the sun
      O'er the meadows of Spring where the quick shadows run:
      As the morn shifts the mists and the clouds from the skies-
      So I stand in the dawn of her beautiful eyes.

      And her beautiful eyes are as midday to me,
      When the lily-bell bends with the weight of the bee,
      And the throat of the thrush is apulse in the heat,
      And the senses are drugged with the subtle and sweet
      And delirious breaths of the air's lullabies-
      So I swoon in the noon of her beautiful eyes.

      O her beautiful eyes! They have smitten mine own
      As a glory glanced down from the glare of The Throne;
      And I reel, and I falter and fall, as afar
      Fell the shepherds that looked on the mystical Star,
      And yet dazed in the tidings that bade them arise-
      So I grope through the night of her beautiful eyes.



            ---James Whitcomb Riley



























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