That Girl’s Clear Eyes

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That Girl’s Clear Eyes

That girl’s clear eyes utterly concealed all

Except that there was something to reveal.

And what did mine say in the interval?

No more: no less. They are but as a seal

Not to be broken till after I am dead;

And then vainly. Every one of us

This morning at our tasks left nothing said,

In spite of many words. We were sealed thus,

Like tombs. Nor until now could I admit

That all I cared for was the pleasure and pain

I tasted in the stony square sunlit,

Or the dark cloisters, or shade of airy plane,

While music blazed and children, line after line,

Marched past, hiding the “Seventeen Thirty-Nine.”