You can scorn more illustrious eyes, <br />sweet eyes of my child, through which there takes flight <br />something as good or as tender as night. <br />Turn to mine your charmed shadows, sweet eyes! <br />Great eyes of a child, adorable secrets, <br />you resemble those grottoes of magic <br />where, behind the dark and lethargic, <br />shine vague treasures the world forgets. <br />My child has veiled eyes, profound and vast, <br />and shining like you, Night, immense, above! <br />Their fires are of Trust, mixed with thoughts of Love, <br />that glitter in depths, voluptuous or chaste.<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bertha-s-eyes/
