And overflowed with Runic bliss,
And made itself a part of this.
O you had loved her sitting there,
Half hidden in her loosen'd hair:
Why, you had loved her for her eyes,
Their large and melancholy look
Of tenderness, and well mistook
Their love for light of Paradise.
Yea, loved her for her large dark eyes;
Yea, loved her for her brow's soft brown;