Or that her lovely languid eye lack’d fire;
For fair she was as lily of the vale,
And ’neath her snowy lids would oft retire
Her gentle eyes; but this provoked desire
To see those eyes once more; for what is rare
And seldom seen, we always most admire;
Some eyes of liquid love more dang’rous are,
Than eyes of sparkling light that shame the evening star.
XV.
She lack’d the beauty of “a damask’d skin,”