Those eyes so wildly bright
Glaring at me!
“They follow mine everywhere,
Look where I may—
On the earth—in the air,
Still the same glassy stare.
Take them away!
“Place her gently in the grave
E’en as she fell;
Here, where the willows wave,
Those eyes so wildly bright
Glaring at me!
“They follow mine everywhere,
Look where I may—
On the earth—in the air,
Still the same glassy stare.
Take them away!
“Place her gently in the grave
E’en as she fell;
Here, where the willows wave,