Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/Eyes
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EYES
When life is very lonely
I close my eyes and go
Across a field and up a hill,
A way I know;
I close my eyes and go
Across a field and up a hill,
A way I know;
And there I find a garden
With a little house in it,
And both are wistful whispering,
"Come in and sit!"
With a little house in it,
And both are wistful whispering,
"Come in and sit!"
Then you come, always singing,
On down the garden's walk,
And we, in white front doorway, stand
And softly talk.
On down the garden's walk,
And we, in white front doorway, stand
And softly talk.
I often light a candle,
In my small sitting-room,
To show you some new picture or
A bit of bloom.
In my small sitting-room,
To show you some new picture or
A bit of bloom.
And all our time together
You love as much as I:
But, oh, my open eyes that watch
You passing by!
You love as much as I:
But, oh, my open eyes that watch
You passing by!
The ConservativeWinifred Virginia Jackson