 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
DOVES' EYES.
There are eyes that look through us,
With the power to undo us,
Eyes of the lovingest, tenderest blue,
Clear as the heavens and as truthful too;
But these are not my love's eyes,
For, behold, he hath doves' eyes!
With the power to undo us,
Eyes of the lovingest, tenderest blue,
Clear as the heavens and as truthful too;
But these are not my love's eyes,
For, behold, he hath doves' eyes!
There are eyes half defiant,
Half meek and compliant;
Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm
To bring us good or to work us harm;
But these are not my love's eyes,
For, behold he hath doves' eyes!
Half meek and compliant;
Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm
To bring us good or to work us harm;
But these are not my love's eyes,
For, behold he hath doves' eyes!
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There are eyes to our feeling
Forever appealing;
Eyes of a helpless, pleading brown,
That into our very souls look down;
But these are not my love's eyes,
For, behold, he hath doves' eyes!
Forever appealing;
Eyes of a helpless, pleading brown,
That into our very souls look down;
But these are not my love's eyes,
For, behold, he hath doves' eyes!
Oh eyes, dearest, sweetest.
In beauty completest;
Whose perfectness cannot be told in a word,—
Clear and deep as the eyes of a soft, brooding bird;
These, these are my love's eyes,
For, behold, he hath doves' eyes!
In beauty completest;
Whose perfectness cannot be told in a word,—
Clear and deep as the eyes of a soft, brooding bird;
These, these are my love's eyes,
For, behold, he hath doves' eyes!
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