HEBE’S EYES
The light of Hebe’s eyes
Gives colour to the skies,
It makes the azure dome
A radiant place,
Where love might find a home,
Sweet as her face.
Ethereal are the hues
Where birds a-wing would lose
Themselves in heavenly bliss;
As I would do—
If I might soar to kiss
Her eyes so blue!
SWEET FACE, I SEE THEE SHINE
Sweet face, I see thee shine
Out of the bosom of the east at morn;
Thy tenderness, divine,
Lies mirrored in the pearly dew at dawn.
The flower that smiles at me,
Holds in its cup the picture of your face;
In rivulets I see
The flowing charm of your abiding grace.
The sapling tells me how
Your body’s symmetry grows strong and straight;
The winds which whisper now,
Tell me your love and trust will not abate.
The steadfast stars above
Reflect the fervour of your constant mind,
Your deep unwav’ring love—
The rarest jewel eager man can find!
In nature’s soul thou art—
I see thee, hear thee, feel thee, ever near;
Dear love, thou art the heart
Of those eternal joys our souls revere.