I know her story-telling eye <br />Has more expression than her tongue; <br />And from that heart-extorted sigh, <br />At once the peal of love is rung. <br /> <br />When that soft eye lets fall a tear <br />Of doating fondness as we part, <br />The stream is from a cause sincere, <br />And issues from a melting heart. <br /> <br />What shall her fluttering pulse restrain, <br />The life-watch beating from her soul, <br />When all the power of hate is slain, <br />And love permits it no control. <br /> <br />When said her tongue, I wish thee well, <br />Her eye declared it must be true; <br />And every sentence seem'd to tell <br />The tale of sorrow told by few. <br /> <br />When low she bow'd and wheel'd aside, <br />I saw her blushing temples fade; <br />Her smiles were sunk in sorrow's tide, <br />But love was in her eye betray'd.<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eye-of-love/
