O her beautiful eyes! they are as blue as the dew <br />On the violet's bloom when the morning is new, <br />And the light of their love is the gleam of the sun <br />O'er the meadows of Spring where the quick shadows run: <br />As the morn shirts the mists and the clouds from the skies-- <br />So I stand in the dawn of her beautiful eyes. <br /> <br />And her beautiful eyes are as midday to me, <br />When the lily-bell bends with the weight of the bee, <br />And the throat of the thrush is a-pulse in the heat, <br />And the senses are drugged with the subtle and sweet <br />And delirious breaths of the air's lullabies-- <br />So I swoon in the noon of her beautiful eyes. <br /> <br />O her beautiful eyes! they have smitten mine own <br />As a glory glanced down from the glare of The Throne; <br />And I reel, and I falter and fall, as afar <br />Fell the shepherds that looked on the mystical Star, <br />And yet dazed in the tidings that bade them arise-- <br />So I grope through the night of her beautiful eyes.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-beautiful-eyes/
