BLUE-EYED GRASS. 



What impulse stirs the feathery grasses, 

 And dips along their wavering line ? 



While, as the sudden tremor passes, 



Two strange, sweet eyes look up to mine ! 



Eyes with a more than human pleading, 

 So poet-deep, so maiden-shy ; 



Till all my soul is drowned in gazing, 

 O rare blue eye ! 



My spirit-flower, my heaven-sent blossom, 



I held your secret in my hand, 

 I caught and clasped you to my bosom, 



I thought to see and understand : 

 O fatal haste ! thou has undone me, 



Yet, yet unsolved the mystery lies ; 

 They closed, and shut the wonder from me, 



Those deep, dark eyes ! 



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