I <br />Her eyes reflect such subtle beauty, <br />As in a vast and cloudless star filled sky; <br />While her luscious hair, weak curled, is rolling <br />About her glistening, radiant, pearl blue eyes. <br />Everything about her is so gloriously golden! <br />It rests so strong, within her very form: <br />While I, a mortal, turn with awe and wonder, <br />To watch her rise, then, so gently, glide along. <br /> <br /> II <br />One moonlit ray the more, one shade the less <br />As my soul, impaired is so in need of grace. <br />But stone silver hints here now expressed <br />Sting so darkly from an aged dwelling place; <br />Where mocking calls, from silk raven winged <br />Beasts laugh with cheerless want amid her caress: <br />As my thoughts –unheeded- here fool a tender trace, <br />To mark those walls with words that I dare confess. <br /> <br /> III <br />And on her soft cheek and over her brow, <br />So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, <br />Rests a smile that wins in tints of sheer relief <br /> Which gloriously sing a song of time well spent <br />With a mind at peace with all beneath, <br />And a heart whose love rests innocent, <br />Free from the chains of loves bequeath, <br />And thus fired up by her pure soul infinite.<br /><br />Andrew David Dalby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-eyes-reflect-such-subtle-beauty/
