 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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THY DARK EYES TO MINE
Thy dark eyes to mine, Eilidh,
Lamps of desire!
O how my soul leaps
Leaps to their fire!
Lamps of desire!
O how my soul leaps
Leaps to their fire!
Sure, now, if I in heaven,
Dreaming in bliss,
Heard but a whisper,
But the lost echo even
Of one such kiss—
Dreaming in bliss,
Heard but a whisper,
But the lost echo even
Of one such kiss—
All of the Soul of me
Would leap afar—
If that called me to thee
Aye, I would leap afar
A falling star!
Would leap afar—
If that called me to thee
Aye, I would leap afar
A falling star!
| Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) | |