Those eyes have bent their glance on mine,
Each hidden feeling to divine
’Mid love’s first dream—and love’s decay —
Though from their gaze I turned away;
Read every hope and timid fear,
And smiled away the doubting tear;
Knew all I strove not to impart —
The weakness of my woman’s heart.
In parting once they met mine own,
And cold in stern reproach they shone,