The Golden Darkness/Eyes
EYES.
There have been eyes remembered of the rain
Rustling the starlight from her blowing hair,
And eyes in the wake of the ocean's dusk
That left her secret shadows smouldering there.
Rustling the starlight from her blowing hair,
And eyes in the wake of the ocean's dusk
That left her secret shadows smouldering there.
There have been eyes remembered of the wind
Waking in tears the blue dew-light anew,
And eyes that soul-wraiths in the waiting darkness,
Eager with strange stirring, wondered through.
Waking in tears the blue dew-light anew,
And eyes that soul-wraiths in the waiting darkness,
Eager with strange stirring, wondered through.
There have been eyes like dim, unopened panels
Behind which listening soul-wraiths heard all in vain,
The cry of the years blundering through beauty,
The cry of the wind desolate in the rain.
Behind which listening soul-wraiths heard all in vain,
The cry of the years blundering through beauty,
The cry of the wind desolate in the rain.
There have been eyes that the weird star-rays
Like elfin fingers, opened on a vast blue sea,
Where ocean-girdled worlds swim, and grandeured hills
Grasp dumbly at nothingness eternally.
Like elfin fingers, opened on a vast blue sea,
Where ocean-girdled worlds swim, and grandeured hills
Grasp dumbly at nothingness eternally.
Always there have been eyes innumerable,
But never will they close on tired white faces,
But worlds and worlds of stars and rains and dawns
Plunge blindly weltering through unknown spaces.
But never will they close on tired white faces,
But worlds and worlds of stars and rains and dawns
Plunge blindly weltering through unknown spaces.