Grey Eyes

SHE glanced across the path to me, Grey eyes! Her looks were kisses plain to see. I gave her glances back to her— Glad eyes! She saw the lifting of despair. From memory a face looked out, Dim eyes! No years could sour that love to doubt. My soul would nevermore be lone— Bride's eyes! Hearts still were waiting for my own. Our souls uncurtained then, perchance— Deep eyes! Each built an epoch in a glance. Out of her fellowship so free Light eyes! She gave some gladness unto me. And I gave? As we turned apart— Dead eyes! I saw the shudder in her heart.