Then beam the eyes, twin stars of living blue,
Half shaded by the curls of glossy hair,
That turn to gold in the West's golden glare.
Croly—Angel of the World.
45. Love glower'd[A] when he saw her bonnie dark e'e,
'An swore by heaven's grace,
He ne'er had seen, nor thought to see,
Since e'er he left the Paphian lea,
Mair lovely a dwallin' place.
William Thom.