To Your Eyes
In your deep autumnal eyes
Mystery’s dark shadow lies,
None may pass unchallenged there,
Something vestal,
Something rare
Stays the plunging, pagan tread—
One hesitates,
One bows the head.
To Your Eyes
In your deep autumnal eyes
Mystery’s dark shadow lies,
None may pass unchallenged there,
Something vestal,
Something rare
Stays the plunging, pagan tread—
One hesitates,
One bows the head.