! Love's Light: The Philosopher At The Window

The eyes, it's said, are windows of the soul; and when I see your eyes so sparkling bright, I see there beauty, truth and goodness; all as one; the radiance of an inner light. But I who, standing, gaze though windows here: what does my own soul see by its own light? Is what is seen, seen through dark glass, or clear? Is others' radiance that of my own sight? Strange fact: the outward play's less bright, less clear than what I see to shine in others' eyes; there seems less love in me, from me; less dear the loving, than the love I see and prize! These windows teach clear lessons to my soul: first see my own self's light, to see the whole.