HER EYES.
Reading edition
BENEATH the heaven of her brows’ Unclouded noon of peace, there lies A leafy heaven of hazel boughs In the seclusion of her eyes;
Her troubling eyes that cannot rest; And there’s a little flame that dances (A firefly in a grassy nest) In the green circle of her glances;
A frolic Faun that must be hid, Shyly, in some fantastic shade, Where pity droops a tender lid On laughter of itself afraid.