Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
 | I, II, III. |
 |
DEEP IN THY DARK, DARK EYE. |
|
 | Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems |  |
154
DEEP IN THY DARK, DARK EYE.
Deep in thy dark, dark eye
Dwells the soul-light of love,
Whose beams flash brightly by
Like meteor's rays above.
Dwells the soul-light of love,
Whose beams flash brightly by
Like meteor's rays above.
Soft in thy voice' sweet tone,
Speaks the rich breath of love,
Soft as melodious moan
Of waves that shorewards move.
Speaks the rich breath of love,
Soft as melodious moan
Of waves that shorewards move.
Bright in thy blushes' bloom
Glows love's own roseate hue,
The sun-set skies assume
Tints lovelier to the view.
Glows love's own roseate hue,
The sun-set skies assume
Tints lovelier to the view.
155
But, oh! methinks that eye
More beautiful appears,
When half its brilliancy
Is quenched by trembling tears.
More beautiful appears,
When half its brilliancy
Is quenched by trembling tears.
Love speaks through these yet more
Than through the brightest rays;
'Tis then I most adore,
And think unuttered praise.
Than through the brightest rays;
'Tis then I most adore,
And think unuttered praise.
Methinks that voice so soft,
Hath less of music's tone
Than sighs that faintly waft
Love's truth, thus sweetest shown!
Hath less of music's tone
Than sighs that faintly waft
Love's truth, thus sweetest shown!
And, oh! those faultering sighs
From thy heart's silence sent—
My very Soul surprise
With Passion's languishment!
From thy heart's silence sent—
My very Soul surprise
With Passion's languishment!
156
Thy blushes brightest glow
Seems not so fair to me,
As paleness' moonlight snow—
Love's tenderest livery!
Seems not so fair to me,
As paleness' moonlight snow—
Love's tenderest livery!
| Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems | |