A
dangerous thing is a maiden’s eye,
That is, if the eye be brown;
If
it’s soft and wild and with love beguiled,
And looketh in shyness down.
A
glorious thing is a maiden’s eye,
If it shines with innocent mirth;
If
it warms one’s heart with a playful dart,
And lightens this drear old earth.
A
fatal thing is a maiden’s eye,
If it looks upon man with scorn;
And
if hate ‘twere there ‘twould be better, I swear
To never, no never be born.
Sept.
23, ‘99
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