---

James Whitcomb Riley - Her Beautiful Eyes
Work rating: Medium

O her beautiful eyes! they are as blue as the dew
  On the violet`s bloom when the morning is new,
  And the light of their love is the gleam of the sun
  O`er the meadows of Spring where the quick shadows run:
  As the morn shirts the mists and the clouds from the skies--
  So I stand in the dawn of her beautiful eyes.

  And her beautiful eyes are as midday to me,
  When the lily-bell bends with the weight of the bee,
  And the throat of the thrush is a-pulse in the heat,
  And the senses are drugged with the subtle and sweet
  And delirious breaths of the air`s lullabies--
  So I swoon in the noon of her beautiful eyes.

  O her beautiful eyes! they have smitten mine own
  As a glory glanced down from the glare of The Throne;
  And I reel, and I falter and fall, as afar
  Fell the shepherds that looked on the mystical Star,
  And yet dazed in the tidings that bade them arise--
  So I grope through the night of her beautiful eyes.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.