Her eyes, twin pools of mystic light, <br />The blend of star-sheen and black night; <br />O'er which, to sound their glamouring haze, <br />A man might bend, and vainly gaze. <br />Her eyes, twin pools so dark and deep, <br />In which life's ancient mysteries sleep; <br />Wherein, to seek the quested goal, <br />A man might plunge, and lose his soul.<br /><br />James Weldon Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-eyes-twin-pools/
