[Illustration:  (HE CALLED HER IN—­TAILPIECE)]

HER BEAUTIFUL EYES

O her beautiful eyes! they are blue as the dew
On the violet’s bloom when the morning is new,
And the light of their love is the gleam of the sun
O’er the meadows of Spring where the quick shadows run
As the morn shifts the mists and the clouds from the skies—­
So I stand in the dawn of her beautiful eyes.

And her beautiful eyes are as mid-day to me,
When the lily-bell bends with the weight of the bee,
And the throat of the thrush is a-pulse in the heat,
And the senses are drugged with the subtle and sweet
And delirious breaths of the air’s lullabies—­
So I swoon in the noon of her beautiful eyes.

O her beautiful eyes! they have smitten mine own
As a glory glanced down from the glare of the Throne;
And I reel, and I falter and fall, as afar
Fell the shepherds that looked on the mystical Star,
And yet dazed in the tidings that bade them arise—­
So I groped through the night of her beautiful eyes.

[Illustration:  (HER BEAUTIFUL EYES)]

[Illustration:  (HER FACE AND BROW)]

HER FACE AND BROW

Ah, help me! but her face and brow
Are lovelier than lilies are
Beneath the light of moon and star
That smile as they are smiling now—­
White lilies in a pallid swoon
Of sweetest white beneath the moon—­
White lilies, in a flood of bright
Pure lucidness of liquid light
Cascading down some plenilune,
When all the azure overhead
Blooms like a dazzling daisy-bed.—­
So luminous her face and brow,
The luster of their glory, shed
In memory, even, blinds me now.

[Illustration:  (LET US FORGET—­TITLE)]

LET US FORGET

Let us forget.  What matters it that we
  Once reigned o’er happy realms of long-ago,
  And talked of love, and let our voices low,
And ruled for some brief sessions royally? 
What if we sung, or laughed, or wept maybe? 
  It has availed not anything, and so
  Let it go by that we may better know
How poor a thing is lost to you and me. 
  But yesterday I kissed your lips, and yet
Did thrill you not enough to shake the dew
  From your drenched lids—­and missed, with no regret,
Your kiss shot back, with sharp breaths failing you: 
  And so, to-day, while our worn eyes are wet
  With all this waste of tears, let us forget!

[Illustration:  (OUR WORN EYES ARE WET)]

[Illustration:  (WHEN SHE COMES HOME)]

WHEN SHE COMES HOME