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.
Grey Eyes.
written byArthur Henry Adams
© Arthur Henry Adams