Beneath the ivory lid, from brilliant black
To liquid hazel, then to full soft gray,
Fast melting into violet.
Miss M. E. Lee.
24. Her face is heaven's bow in showers. Her dark hair flows round it like streaming clouds.
Ossian.
25. She has an innocently downcast look,
And when she raises up her eyes of blue,
It seems as if her features were a book,
Where sweet affection letters love for you.