Thompson, Priscilla Jane
|GLEANINGS OF QUIET HOURS.|
|SOFT BLACK EYES.|
SOFT black eyes, all pensive, tender,
Changeful as a shifting ray;
Now, in sympathy they linger,
Now, in mirth, they flash away.
Orbs of midnight, like a dart,
Doth thou pierce my aching heart!
Soft black eyes, half coy, half artless,
Half in earnest, half in jest,
Well I know thou art not heartless,
Yet thy tricks doth pain my breast.
Orbs of night, gaze a caress,
Thou, alone, my life canst bless!
Soft black eyes, so sweet and soothing,
Knowest thou from day to day,
My sad life in sighs I'm losing,
Sighing heart and soul away?
Let my plight, those stars molest!
Sympathy will give me rest.