Her Eyes Twin Pools

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Her Eyes Twin Pools

Her eyes, twin pools of mystic light,

The blend of star-sheen and black night;

O’er which, to sound their glamouring haze,

A man might bend, and vainly gaze.

Her eyes, twin pools so dark and deep,

In which life’s ancient mysteries sleep;

Wherein, to seek the quested goal,

A man might plunge, and lose his soul.