Sweet maiden, why disguise <br />The beauty of your eyes <br /> With glasses black? <br />Although I'm well aware <br />That you are more than fair, <br /> Allure you lack. <br />For as I stare at you <br />I ask if brown or blue <br /> Your optics are? <br />But though I cannot see, <br />I'm sure that each must be <br /> Bright as a star. <br /> <br />That may be green or grey, <br />'Tis very hard to say, <br /> Or violet; <br />The lovelight in their glow <br />Alas, I'll never know, <br /> To my regret. <br />In some rhyme-book I've read, <br />A lady bard has said, <br /> And deemed it true, <br />Men will not bite the necks <br />Of sweeties who wear specs,-- <br /> Young man, would you? <br /> <br />But though they balk romance, <br />Columbus took a chance, <br /> And so would I; <br />Even with orbs unseen <br />I'd fain make you my queen <br /> And you en-sky. <br />Alas I see you go, <br />And I will never know <br /> Your pupils tint; <br />So o'er a lonely drink <br />I force myself to think: <br /> Damsel, you squint!<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-glasses/
