Her Eyes

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Title:     Her Eyes
Author: Arthur Symons [More Titles by Symons]

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.

[The end]
Arthur Symons's poem: Her Eyes

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