SONNET. TO JULIA,
Reading edition
ON HER OWN EYES, AND HER SISTER LESBIA’S.
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BY G. McC. M.
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Night’s star-gemmed coronal is not more bright
Than are those flashing, joy-lit eyes of thine;
Me thinks I should not need the day-orb’s light,
When on my path such lovely planets shine.
Like veins of gold that sparkle in the mine,
Their glittering radiance dazzles the beholder;
And yet to me thy brilliant eyes seem colder
Than Arctic ice or snows. Far more benign
And beauteous are the windows of her soul
Whom I have loved—the long desired goal
Of my most cherished hopes. The paly moon
Sheds not a softer light on copse and stream
Than on my heart her lucid orbs. The moon
Of Summer is not warmer than her blue eye’s beam.