Heard (Henderson), Josephine D.
IN the wondrous light of a pair of brown eyes,
What language I read in the distance;
My soul is suddenly lost in surprise,
And can offer therefore no resistance.
An easy prey to the magic spell
I fall, and am helpless to rise;
No subtler power in fairy dell,
Than that in those thrilling brown eyes.
One moment they quietly rested on me;
The next they were wantonly straying;
And now they're swimming in ecstacy,
Unaware of the havoc they're playing.
Just now they are looking quite innocently --
A moment before wondrous wise.
I would I could fathom the depth of that sea,
In those thrilling mysterious dark eyes.