As, thrilling with a strange surprise,
I trembled ’neath those earnest eyes.
I know not whence their lustre came —
They quiver with a living flame;
Their liquid light, like diamonds beam,
Through ebon lashes darkly gleam,
Or softly melt with passion’s ray,
That chase their baleful shades away,
Or with a hidden power control
The strongest impulse of the soul.