Blue eyes, gray eyes, <br />All the eyes that be, <br />Hold within their changing depths <br />Wealth of charm to me. <br /> <br />Dark-eyed maid, of moment's fancy, <br />Gay as stars above; <br />Is it you that I adore, <br />Or is it Love I love?<br /><br />Joseph Seamon Cotter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inconstancy/
