 | Poems by Edward C. Pinkney |  |
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Those starry eyes, those starry eyes,
Those eyes that used to be
Unto my heart, as beacon-lights
To pilgrims of the sea!—
Those eyes that used to be
Unto my heart, as beacon-lights
To pilgrims of the sea!—
I see them yet, I see them yet,
Though long since quenched and gone—
I could not live enlumined by
The common sun alone.
Though long since quenched and gone—
I could not live enlumined by
The common sun alone.
Could they seem thus, could they seem thus,
If but a memory?—
Ah, yes! upon this wintry earth,
They burn no more for me.
If but a memory?—
Ah, yes! upon this wintry earth,
They burn no more for me.
| Poems by Edward C. Pinkney | |