WAS ever a bard in such pitiful plight? <br /> Was ever such seen by yon stars in the skies? <br />A-pit or a-bed—by day and by night, <br /> I'm plagued by the magic of two hazel eyes. <br /> <br />A leaf in a whirlwind, I'm sent to and fro, <br /> And peace, panic-stricken, my bosom still flies; <br />For rest I implore, but my portion below <br /> Is the rest-killing magic of two hazel eyes. <br /> <br />The world it goes up, and the world it goes down, <br /> And the lofty descend, and the lowly arise; <br />But fortune, the filter, may smile or may frown, <br /> I feel but the magic of two hazel eyes. <br /> <br />Once blithe as a linnet I lilted my lay, <br /> And won the applause of both foolish and wise— <br />Now deaf, dumb, derided, I go on my way, <br /> Bewitched by the magic of two hazel eyes. <br /> <br />O Annie, wouldst thou but look down on my plight, <br /> And pity my case, and no longer despise, <br />I'd dance in delight, I'd sing day and night, <br /> And the theme of my lays be thy two hazel eyes!<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-hazel-eyes/
