Literary

Two deep-hued orbs, a glowing lustrous pair,
What thoughts, what judgments, fates, lie hidden there?
They flash and sparkle in a thrilling laugh --
Radiant moments those, too rare by half—
And soften then into a mystic smile,
Pellucid pools of beauty to beguile
The wariest. Far back within a gloom-
Translucent loveliness, a heavenly dream
Of flawless grace, enchanting pulchritude.
A hundred moods, each mood a multitude
Of charms. But who would dare surmise
From those, what lies behind his Lady's eyes.