I do not know if your eyes are green or grey
Or if there are other eyes brighter than they;
They have looked in my eyes; when they look in my eyes I can see
One thing, and a thing to be surely the death of me.
If I had been born a blind man without sight.
That sorrow would never have set this wrong thing right;
When I touched your hand I would feel, and no need to see
The one same thing, and a thing the death of me.
Only when I am asleep I am easy in mind,
And my sleep is gone, and a thing I cannot find;
I am wishing that I could sleep both day and night
In a bed where I should not toss from left to right.
II
O woman of my love, I am walking with you on the sand,
And the moon's white on the sand and the foam's white in the sea;
And I am thinking my own thoughts, and your hand is on my hand,
And your heart thinks by my side, and it's not thinking of me.
O woman of my love, the world is narrow and wide.
And I wonder which is the lonelier of us two?
You are thinking of one who is near to your heart, and far from your side;
I am thinking my own thoughts, and they are all thoughts of you.
